Yesterday I adopted a new mantra, courtesy of the movie Field of Dreams, that I think applies to all Mommas and Papas out there; “If you build it they will come!”
So I am loosely claiming to have done the building required for this phenomenon to have come to pass. In fact, I really can’t even take credit for buying it, it was a gift from her Auntie Gwen, but by-golly-george, I did set-up the Activity Walker and made it available to Zoe whenever she so desired to take it for a spin, something she was so rarely willing to do.
You see, Zoe hasn’t been terribly interested in walking. Sure she’ll walk when she’s holding on to both of my hands or when she’s cruising up and down the couch picking up and dropping toys along the way, but despite my best coaxing she was never interested in trying to walk alone using her Activity Walker. But, yesterday I witnessed a major breakthrough.
I don’t know if it had anything to do with her not being fast enough to catch up to Papa Nevels as he shuffled back and forth down the hall, or if she was just tired of being overrun by PJ Peabody, the dog, but out of nowhere she hoisted herself up to her Activity Walker and she begin to push and walk. She pushed up and down the hall, crashing and burning along the way, only to get back up and keep on pushing. Who was this littler girl who cruised up and down the hall, pacing across the area rug and then back to the wooden floors (which prior to this event had been seen as unstable ground for 2 legs)? Who was this little girl who would tumble and fall, but get back up without crying and getting discouraged? Was this my little Zo-zo? My Zo-meister? My Zo-inator?
After 20 minutes of determined pushing and walking, we sat together on the couch while she guzzled up nearly a cup and a half of milk (because learning to walk is seriously hard work). I felt like we’d both evolved at that moment with Zoe taking her development into her own hands and Me…well…I just watched her do it.
I’ve been told in the past that there is only so much you can do as a parent and that you have to let your kids figure it out for themselves at some point. It was a phrase that I’d once attributed to the tired and weary parent, but it really is true! Sometimes you just have to lay the brick foundation, and wait for them to come.
Have you built something for some little one you love and are waiting for them to come for it?