Big things like wearing underwear and doing pee-pee on the potty. Little things such as eating a whole hot dog, bun and all, without the need to cut it up. Big things like drawing a circle, recognizing letters and numbers, identifying colors. Little things like going up the stairs by herself, holding the railing and climbing them one foot at a time.
I find myself asking my wife, "When did that happen? When did she learn the color brown? The color white? To count to 30?"
There we were, sitting in the lobby of The Little Gym with the other parents. We watched in wonderment as our children performed the same tasks that we sometimes had to convince them, urge them, beg them to perform. Imploring them to pay attention, to listen, to follow instructions.
They were doing all of this now without us. And all we could talk about was how great our kids were doing, how big they're getting, how much and how fast they've grown.
Were we just getting in their way before?
It makes me wonder: what's the
The crib she's outgrowing but has no interest in leaving? The tricycle in the garage whose pedals she had trouble reaching this past spring and summer? The or sister we're thinking about adding that she says she has no interest in having?
We'll continue to sit on the
sideline, and watch as she passes each milestone, and make sure we make a big deal out of everything every time she does. that will no longer be a big thing?
But to her, it's not a big deal. it's just part of growing up.