Three weeks ago, I stood over May in our bedroom and watched her process through a new body movement. On this particular morning, she worked to pull herself up onto her own two feet. Her plump arms extended out and sent determined energy to her tiny fingers as they gripped the lowest rung of a bookshelf. Her upper body screamed, "You got this!" A pillowy tummy extended out behind her, supporting two buxom and wobbly thighs. Knees on the ground, her lower body muttered, "You got this??" I watched and wondered if my body-mind memory was taking it all in. I wondered how.
Will I one day recall the moment she first lifted herself onto her own two feet? The video camera sat in a closet two rooms over. My mind considered fetching it; my tired body did not.
It's been a few weeks since May forged ahead into the realm of lifting herself. She now does this in full and with success, but it's new enough that I'm still amazed when I watch it unfold. When she pulls herself up onto her own two feet...
Here are a few photos of the babe. Not exactly related to her standing up, but maybe you can find a connecting thread. They are always there. :)
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| Perusing the menu at a diner with Poppa. |
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| May and her Great Grandmother Schaeffer. Dubbed 'Happy Face' by her Great Grandma, this little one could turn anyone's frown upside down. |
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| Happy Face at yoga school with momma on a recent Saturday. |
