First Time Walking

Patrick was upset when his mother went outside without him (cooking on the grill). I set Patrick down on his feet the floor in the sun-room. He was grasping my fingers as he normally did. I pulled by fingers free and lightly supported his elbows. He started walking forward ... out of my hands and simply kept on going. Baby steps (those words will never mean the same thing to me again), but walking.

I quickly got ahead of him and got Jen's to come back to the door and she got to see about half of the first walk ... to her, at the door waiting for him! Fifteen feet on the first walk ... awesome!

He walked from the swing to his Mama ... diving into her arms after about ten feet!

Inside a few minutes later, he crossed the living room lengthwise for about 30 feet of walking ... up onto the rug in the middle of the room.

AND, later he walked about eight feet toward his Papap, falling for the first time in any of his efforts.

I think at some level, he's been ready to walk ... he watched the other children and developed a plan of action and waited until he was ready to go. This was the night.

What an amazing night this has been. I can't say how amazed and proud I am ... he is truly an awesome child.

Sometime in Patrick's first few months in day-care, I asked about his first time doing things ... talking, crawling, walking ... and was told that even if a child did have a first event at the school, they don't tell the parents. They want Mom and Dad to have that experience to themselves. What a cool policy.

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Getting Involved

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