Our daughter was growing up so fast. I was her #1 caretaker so therefore her #1 instructor. I bathed her, fed her and did all the things I, as a mommy, should do. She had decided that she wanted to try to stand up. this was a little surprising considering that she never really did the crawling stage. I was excited for this and wanted to help her along. when she would stand up I would help her walk to her destination. We had a routine going and then I thought it was time to up the ante. I would stand her up and then move a couple of feet away and would encourage her to walk towards me. we had been trying for about 2 weeks. She would try to make that first step and then she would fall to the ground. One day her and I were practicing when he came home from work. She was standing trying to step towards me. She heard the door, turned towards it and then ran to her daddy. Ok maybe not ran but I felt like she was running away from me.
He picked her up and was very excited to see her knew accomplishment. I ran to the bedroom in tears. He came into the room confused why I was crying. I at that moment felt that I had been picked over. I felt that there was a choice and it wasn't me. Why was it that when I worked so hard toward something he got to experience the fruits of my labors.
"what's wrong, he asked"
"that is the first time she walks, and it was towards you. I've been practicing with her all week and she has yet to take a step towards me, but she just ran to you."
"She did not run."
"I felt like she did. It's the first word thing all over again. I practiced sounds with her for so long, trying to master the mmmm sound, we never even explored the deh sound but yet she said Dada first."
"I'm sorry. We can try it again and pretend the first one didn't count."
We went to the living room with the baby. we were about 3 feet apart. He stood her up and encouraged her to walk towards me, she tried and failed. I picked her up and turned her towards dad and once again she sprinted. He gave me a sympathetic look and mouthed the words I'm sorry all while being excited for her.
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