Our almost 2 year old big girl, decided to have a day of exploring some independence, today.
On leaving the house to attend our favourite playgroup, instead of climbing into her pushchair, she announced, “No. My can walk!” So, today, for the first time, she walked.
She was so good at listening to mummy. She held my hand, stayed on the path and let me hold the reign when she wanted a bit more freedom.
She stepped onto the bus, all by herself, and even sat on her very own seat, which she was thrilled with and told everyone, “My seat!”, with a huge grin on her face.
When we got off the bus, she walked passed the workers, fixing the broken road, and watched as she held my hand. No jumping into my arms, scared of the big noise. Instead, her eyes stayed fixed in curiosity, as I explained, as well as I could, what it was all about.
On the way home, she learnt how to wait on the path, when the red man shows and only to cross when the green man shows.
I think crossing the road was her favourite part, as she repeated “Cross the road!” every 2 minutes, each way! 😁
Yesterday, she didn’t have this hunger for autonomy. Today she explored a new world and I was left feeling a mixture of both sadness and pride. As one door closes, another one opens, they say.
It’s crazy how your love develops for them, every step of the way.
I think I’ll remember this day forever. 💗
Maya and the Moon 