I thought I’d been as emotional wowed as I could possibly be through all of Wolf’s milestones but nothing hit me harder than watching my little boy taking his first steps.
we’d been trying to walk for what seems like a month now. he’d take our hand and walk around the living room. but the second we’d let go, he’d plop down or stare up at us as he stood in place for a few seconds before reaching back for our hand or tumbling to the ground. he walked on his tippy toes and we wondered if his little feet would ever flatten to the ground. so when Levi took him out into the backyard on Saturday morning to walk around and play in the grass, we noticed that he was walking with flat feet. he seemed so confident and hardly even held Levi’s hand. so we came inside and practiced. and then… teetering nervously in the middle of the kitchen, he took his first few steps into Levi’s arms. we cheered! he smiled and clapped! and he did it again. and again. and again!!!
rolling over was ok, sitting up unassisted was fun, crawling was way cool, but walking? I see it as kind of like the transition from baby to little kid. every time he walks, he’s walking faster and faster and as I know, pretty soon he’ll be running. and now as we’re just a short month and a half until his first birthday I ask myself often, where did my tiny baby go?