Mobility

I thought I'd take a moment to appreciate mobility.  I am so thankful that I can freely walk around from one point to another, with relative ease.  I don't have to be "stuck" in the same spot every day, nor do I have to rely on others to move me.

I imagine that my girls see me walking freely around them and they think "Hey! I want to move around, too!" or "I can get that myself - I know I can!"

Wee-bits, let me tell you, mobility is not what it's cracked up to be.  I won't be able to snuggle you between bouncy chair and exersaucer.  I won't have many moments hovering over you while you lay on the ground playing.  Our precious little moments together where I am right in front of you, and it's just you and me.  Instead it will be me... chasing after you... as you look ahead.

You now want to roll away.  And mobile me is frozen, in shock, as I watch you scootch away and discover a new independence you have never felt before.

So, instead, I will be there to rescue you when you scoot somewhere far away and out of sight. Places where you will whimper or shout to let us know that you have gotten yourself stuck.  Places a little too-close to sharp corners or floor vents (which I'm sure are fun until you start wanting to drop things down in them).

So, while I am thankful for my own mobility, I am a bit sad that you are finding yours.