My daughter is getting so intelligent that itâs beginning to pain me. She is no longer the small infant that we gooâed over not so long ago. I remember when we first brought her home, I would put her swing right next to the couch and just watch her sleep all day long. I held those little fingers and toes in my hands and marveled over the idea that my body made hers.
âSleep when the baby sleeps.â Yeah, right. Have you seen this perfect babe? And your advice is quite literally the advice that all parents get and CHOOSE to ignore.
I now enjoy the old pictures of how small and fragile she used to be, because it reminds me of how strong, capable, and smart she has become. We have so many wishes for our children, but they always somehow turn out better than we could have ever imagined. Where my daughter once cried for the things she needed, she is now belting out requests with confidence. Her vocabulary has expanded and Iâm often wondering, âHow did she learn that word? I didnât teach her that word!â Itâs hard to grasp that she is learning from the world around her, and the world around her isnât always with me.
Another thing about this time period, is that she is becoming less of something we own or have responsibility of, and more of her own little human with her own little human beliefs, wants, and interests. When you first have a baby, it feels almost like an object you own. You feed it and bathe it and take it with you wherever you go. It doesnât do much, doesnât say much. But then⌠Before your eyes, this little gift you lugged around with you is no longer helpless. Itâs getting bigger and smarter and needing you less.
I have talked to my fiancĂŠe about this, because itâs probably one of the coolest things to witness firsthand. One day you are meeting them for the first time, and the next day you realize that they have developed favorite TV shows and favorite foods, theyâve met and loved people that you donât know as well they do, and they even know what they do and donât want to do! The amount of things that they are doing and feeling and learning that donât rely on you teaching them is getting smaller and smaller. Itâs scary and beautiful and amazing.
I’m on a learning curve. I am aware that her independence is going to make some things harder for me. I have learned that if she won’t put on her shoes when I ask, that all I need to do is grab another pair of shoes and let her choose which ones she wants to wear. All of a sudden, the decision to put on her shoes was completely her idea and I get to play along with my own wisdom. I did this with a shirt the other day too, and it worked. I’m learning – it may take awhile before I learn all of the cheats, but hey! Progress is progress, right?
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