My littlest has started walking. Gone are the days where she must be carried, but then again, gone are the days that she must be carried! Change always means I am leaving something behind. Sometimes I am happy to move on and release what no longer serves me. But at other times, change leaves me feeling like I’ve lost a part of who I am. In this case, it was my daughter who changed. As her mother, I feel mixed emotions of the joys of watching my baby grow and develop in healthy ways and feeling a loss of her ‘babyness.’ Her learning to walk a bittersweet victory.
When change happens, it is worked and worked and worked, and then one day it just is. There has been a week or so where my daughter has been walking with teetery steps, unable to go much distance. But her determination in her ability to walk motivates her to try again and again. It has only taken a few days for her to find her balance and her confidence as she makes her way throughout our home. It was beautiful to watch her succeed after muddling through the first steps of her journey. I am reminded to never give up despite things not seeming easy in the midst of it all.
My daughter’s walking journey has been extra special for me because I didn’t coax her into it. Unlike my first two babies, for whom I walked them tirelessly back and forth across the house until my back ached, this baby I let learn on her own, at her own pace and in her own time. She patiently waited and waited. For many months she pranced around the coffee table and alongside the sofa. She still wasn’t ready. It was July first when she took her first few unaided steps. From then, it has taken nearly four weeks for her to blossom from just a few steps into a toddler who can take the whole house. She waited at the edge of change until she felt comfortable to step forward. And when she did it was with wonderful success!
Upon reflection, my daughter already knows how to use and apply many permaculture principles. She’s got small slow solutions covered! She had a vision, and responded to the changes in her physical capabilities in order to work towards it. She sat at the edges of her ability for quite some time, pressing slowing into them towards growth. She was able to catch and store her own energy, learning incrementally the skills she needed to build on in order to walk. She integrated what she was learning about her own body so that when she was ready to try something new her progress was rapid. She was a master at self-regulating, accepting feedback from her body and surroundings. She obtained a wonderful yield – she can now walk on her own! I was able to stand back, observing and interacting with her progress, maintaining safe boundaries within which she could grow and flourish. By choosing to give her the opportunity to develop in her own time, I feel we have really valued nature’s gift of natural development.
It is amazing to see how quickly she is adapting to her new skill, but perhaps it is because it is in fact not new at all. She has been working on ‘walking’ since her birth. She has been watching her family walk around her. She has been building core strength since learning to roll and sit. She has been testing her legs by raising her body to stand from a squat, pulling up on the side of her crib. She developed her coordination as she learned to crawl, feeling those first tastes of freedom through movement. She tested her balance from the safety of the sofa’s edge. She tested the water many times as she took one or two steps before sinking to the floor. She knew what she was doing and she knew when she was ready. So in fact, it took her a very long time to develop the skill of being able to walk. But it was the point of visible change that took no time at all. That moment of transition where suddenly she was walking.
This is how change really happens. Strengthening slowly, but punctuated with bursts of energy and motion forward. Much of the work that happens toward the change is unseen, or seemingly unrelated. Our desired change is always in the works, but the motion is not yet visible in a recognizable form. When we are determined enough, we will try again and again until we are able to take those first few steps toward freedom. Then one day without great pomp and circumstance, when the change is upon us, we take those first few unsteady steps into the unknown. It is then that we are reminded that change is difficult. A challenge. But worth it.
Thank you dear baby girl for showing me the way to persevere in the face of change. You are such a blessing!