Its one of those inevitable things isn’t it, that babies will do the most important things when you’re not looking or not around.
I have been fortunate enough to be around for all of Bambina’s “firsts” to date. Today, however, she had plans of her own, of the independence kind. Mother nature took the control reign out of our hands and placed them in the palm of Bambina’s childminder.
I love her. The childminder. She’s great. I dreaded though that she might see Bambina walk before I do. For weeks now Bambina has been making signs of that unsteady wobble, the shall-I-shan’t-I stumble, that glance across the room for encouragement. She has been almost ready to go it alone.
Bambina isn’t usually with the childminder on a Tuesday but as a favour to her we swapped our day to help her out. Bambina should have been with Daddy and me today. We would have seen it. We wouldn’t have missed it.
We did miss it. Her first steps. Her first two steps, actually. She made her own way from the chair to the sofa. A break for freedom, two small steps for babykind. Those two steps were encouraged by confidence and increased to nine! NINE! NINE STEPS! Whats next? Running the London marathon?! Seriously Bambina, why didn’t you wait for us?
That’s it now, my baby has begun the talk, well mainly ‘cat’ and now she is walking the walk, all nine steps of it.
My mum is coming to stay next week and I have been convinced that Bambina was saving her walking glory for Grandma. I wouldn’t have minded that so much. I would have been thrilled for my mum to have experienced that. Yet, like her mother and Grandmother, Bambina’s mind was set and there was no budging her. Today was the day.
I wish I had have seen her but I accept that I wont always be there for absolutely everything. And that sucks, absolutely bloody sucks!