Saturday, May 24, 2008
Learning to walk
Sometimes I wonder if we aren't all still learning how to walk. It seems to me that Rachel is just adding a few steps every time she tries. First it was one, then it was two, then three, then four. Today she went eight!
She just let go of Andrew's hands and walked over to her Grandpa like she'd done it a million times.
We tried to get her to show off a little bit later, but she wouldn't take any more than three steps.
Still, eight steps is a lot of steps for a little girl. I wonder when she'll take nine.
It almost makes me want to break out my pedometer just to see how many steps I took today. Then I can brag about it to everyone I see.
"10,678!" I'd say.
"What?" they'd say.
"I took 10,678 steps today! And I didn't even fall down! Of course, I had to stop and rest a few times, and I almost lost my balance once or twice, but still, 10,678 is quite a lot of steps for a girl my age!"
"Uh, yeah," they'd say, trying to placate me, "That's nice."
"But yesterday I only went 10,503 steps. I'm getting a lot better! This walking thing is really exciting! You know, I'm so excited I feel like I could hug something. Anything will do. You...or...this couch!"
The person would walk away, a little disturbed, while I would snuggle my face into the couch, just like Rachel does when she reaches her goal.
Perhaps it would be a little old to celebrate one more step--I'm sure we'll eventually lose count of how many steps Rachel can take (like when she really takes off running, which will be any day, I'm sure)--but maybe we are all still learning to walk. You never know when you could just forget how one day.