We had quite an exciting day yesterday at our house! Emma Kate, my precious baby girl, started walking!!
Both of her brothers walked early. So when she got to be fifteen months old and was still not the least bit interested in doing anything other than crawl, I will admit we were starting to wonder what was up.
I would try to get her to walk everyday. I’d hold out my arms to her and plead with her to take just a few steps towards me. Nope. Not interested. She’d plopped her sweet self right on the floor, and then scoot off on her hands and knees.
She had just started what the pediatrician called “cruising” around the furniture; which was suppose to be a good sign. But she had to be holding on to something to have the confidence to take a step. Last night she grabbed hold of a pillow on the couch and took a couple of steps away. Then another one. Then another. Before we knew it she was walking all around. Holding on for dear life to the pillow. She obviously thought it was holding her up. And with that pillow in hand, she had all the confidence in the world. We’d take it from her and she would sit right down and revert back to a crawl.
Before long we noticed she had picked up a toy of her brother Jaxon’s. It was an Indian-type flute I had gotten him from my recent trip to South Dakota. It was a relatively small object with beads and feathers dangling off of it. But we noticed as long as she had that in her hand, that she had the confidence to continue walking. She seemed to believe it was holding her up too. We called it her “magic walking stick.”
Finally, as the night came to an end she tossed the stick to the ground and took off walking by herself! And not a timid stumble here and there. She was walking confidently and strongly – taking big strides and making impressive turns without falling. We clapped and praised her accomplishment and she clapped for herself – grinning from ear to ear.
Watching my little one reinforced something significant to me. It reminded me that Emma Kate could walk long before she knew she could. She had the physical ability to do it. She had the strength and the stamina. The only thing holding her back was the fact that she didn’t believe she could. Once she gained a little confidence – first with the pillow and then with the stick - she realized her own strength and ability and was able to take off with a vengeance.
Needless to say, she hasn’t sit still all day today! It’s like she’s discovered a new talent; an exciting new “power” she possesses that she’s proud of and anxious to use.
I think this is an important question to ask ourselves. What’s holding you back? What are you capable of that you haven’t even let your heart and mind realize? Put down your pillow and “magic walking stick” and take off for whatever it is you want to achieve or be! It’s been within you all along. You just need to put action to your steps.
Just for fun, here’s a little clip of last night…