Baby Steps

"I always love it when people say "baby steps!" to imply they're being tentative, when actual baby steps are a great unbalanced, wholehearted, enthusiastic lurch into the unknown." -Olivia Smith @OliveFSmith

I’ve been spending a lot of time in the infant room— a delightful place full of gummy smiles, drool, big feelings and snuggles. And so many different baby steps! There is E who wants to walk so bad. He’s now balancing, standing up and sometimes even bouncing. Soon he’ll take his first step. There is S, our oldest. She doesn’t look much bigger than the others, but in the blink of an eye, she’ll stand and saunter over to the felt board to rearrange the pieces. There’s A, a babe with a smile as big as his big ole belly. He’s started balancing and staggering a step at a time. Little C is a tiny but mighty little one who will just as soon dance as take a step. How ever she moves, she claps for herself afterwards. The twins are their own dare devil universe, contentedly orbiting around each other, exploring the whole room on all fours. For a month, B hung out by the ramp, pulling herself up on the side of it, watching her friends scoot up and down. One day, she decided it was her turn, and now she even pulls herself to stand at the top of the ramp, surveying her world from new heights. Little H is still discovering her feet, laying on her back, crunching her legs up to grab her toes in surprised delight.
Each of these babies is at exactly the right place, taking exactly the right baby steps for their bodies and minds and hearts. And if that is true of them, maybe it is true of you and I too?