A red-letter day
Yesterday afternoon, Lily crawed up two flights of stairs.
Not bad for a toothless almost-tot who doesn’t have any real prior stair experience :).
Dmitri, of course, was supervising– and I, of course, just happened to be occupied in another room. I’m pretty sure he planned it that way; lately, he makes a whoop-whoop-whoop sound (you know, like a helicopter) whenever my gasps, pursed lips, or repeated queries (babe, are you sure you’re watching her?) interfere with their “activities.”
I’ll admit it: at first, I was nervous. But watching Lily hoist her little body up and over each step was pretty remarkable– and, in many ways, a gentle and inspiring reminder that we know that we can before we believe that we can’t. And, although I have a hard time watching her do anything potentially dangerous/scary/risky, I want to support this can-do spirit that is so clearly ready for whatever’s next.
So when Lily made her way over to the staircase for the second time, I was right behind her– but not too close. I held my breath as she climbed– faster and more confident this time– up those (endless!) steps. And when she reached the landing, she kissed the wall. It was a kiss about gratitude, a kiss about excitement, a kiss about independence.
An I can do this kiss.
And then, still shrieking with pride, she leaned over and kissed me. I’d like to think it was a you can do this kiss.
I kissed her back, counted my blessings, and remembered– finally– to take a breath.
Boy, do I love doing this.