He really did have crawling down pat, my boy. He started with a commando crawl at 10 1/2 months and just after 12 months he started getting his bottom up with his weight on his knees and was cruising around furniture and the like. But he’d still drop down to his commando default setting regularly, swishing across the floor when the task called for him to pick up the pace.
He won’t be far away from walking, bystanders said. I was confident they were right. But as the months wore on, there were no steps in sight.
By January at the age of 15 months he started to take a few solo steps from one safe place to another. From his favourite chair into my arms. Not long now …
But as more time passed, it became evident that although he could take steps unaided he was a little afraid to. He was very aware that by letting go, he was taking steps into the unknown. He would dig in his heels shake his head. A smile would creep across his face.
Last week he was staring down the 18 month mark, I was resigned to the fact that walking was still going to be a way off. He had been gradually growing in confidence, a few more steps from here to there. Holding on to one finger and leading us to the place where he wanted to go.
And then last weekend, a major break through. He was stepping off on his own and then on Sunday, the definitive moment – at the park he set off waddling across a wide open space, arms robotic in front to steady himself.
It was such a great moment, so long coming, that I was cheering, clapping and tearing up all at once.
And so another new stage begins – my toddler is actually toddling! He is still a little unsure at times, and those knees that are calloused from months of use are still getting a work out, but he’s taken the leap now and there’s no stopping him.
It still takes me by surprise to turn around and see him walking with his arms stretched out in front mummy-like, grasping on to the air with a look of sheer excitement on his face . May every leap into the unknown bring him as much joy.