As I sit here, trying to prepare for today's group sessions (I'm interning at a family center specializing in drug and alcohol counseling for teens and adults).
Frankie was playing in his play yard when suddenly he stands up. I looked over at him and let him know that he was being a good boy my playing and being happy.
I went back to my lap top to continue working when I noticed that he was putting his foot up on the side of the play yard, as if he was going to climb out of it. I didn't move or saying because I wanted to see how far he could get.
He tried, but doesn't have the motor skills to "wall climb"! But just the thought of him climbing out of the play yard makes me nervous!
I know that once he starts walking.... I don't even know how to finish that sentence. He's fearless! I think I've said it before. He just wants to explore and see what the world is like.
He's destined for great things! And I know that my dad has a lot to do with that. Frankie is constantly, in the "whats, next? whats next! WHATS NEXT" mentality. He conquered crawling! Okay, whats next! He conquered exploring the crib... okay, been there, done that, whats next!
I don't know if anyone else's baby is like that too? Maybe they are. Or maybe I want to desperately hold on to my dads legacy that I'm imagining things.
I don't think that I am. I honestly think that my dad reincarnated in Frankie. Or maybe not reincarnated, but my dad's "WAYS" are in Frankie.
Whatever it is, I don't think I'm ready for him to walk yet. Even though Frankie is, I think he should hold off.
Wishing that the clock would stop, Mayra
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