So B has been sitting up for well over a week now. I used to think there would be one moment when she would suddenly go from rocking on all fours to sitting up straight. The way it played out though, I have difficulty recalling when it was that she actually sat up. I remember this - one morning, I groggily opened my eyes to keep a watch on B, who was already up and playing on her bed. Just in time to see her settle on her bum. As if she'd been doing it for ages. I mumbled to J that our little one was now sitting up on her own.
Coming to think of it, most of her milestones have been that way - understated and gradual. It's like she flows through various stages without stopping at any and making a big deal of things. But a part of me wishes I was more adept at catching those firsts amidst the flow. Like the time I caught her standing up. That was a BANG moment. I just walk out of the toilet one day, and there she was, up on her feet, balancing herself on the cots railings.
The undeniable fact is that b is growing up. Soon she'll be walking and playing on her own. And she won't need me every minute like she does now. While a part of me will be glad to be able to take bathroom breaks when I need them, most of me will be sad and forever wondering whether I made the best use of the early months when I was the centre of her little world.
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