Today I'm joining Lisa-Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday, where we write for five minutes flat and join in a chorus of raw, honest writing around her one-word prompts. Today, we write about 'brave.' Will you join us? Head on over to Lisa-Jo's blog and link-up!
A few months ago, we were visiting some great friends in Baltimore, surrounded and feeling loved, and I took Emmett to the bathroom to get him ready for bed. I drew the water while he sat next to me, happily talking and chirping to himself. I went to reach for him to take off his onesie and put him in the bath, and there he was, putting one hand in front of the other, and then one knee and then the next, and he was crawling. Just like that in the Jefferies' bathroom. So far away from home. When I least expected it, and from the look on his face, when he least expected it too. I called for my husband and we celebrated this milestone. Crawling. Our baby boy.
He quickly graduated to pulling up on the soft green arm chair in our living room, and cruising along the leather couch, and eventually, standing with his two chubby feet planted on the hardwood floors and using his arms to keep him balanced.
In the past two weeks, Emmett took his first steps. Just baby steps (literally), and he never does more than a few at a time, but it's HUGE. We're so proud of him, and so excited for how he is growing and learning, and I am in awe. I know it's part of the natural development of a child who is able, to learn how to do this thing we all take for granted (putting one foot in front of the other and just walking), but it's had me thinking a lot in these past several days.
I spent so long after Emmett was born stuck. Wanting so badly to pull myself up and GO, but feeling confused about how to put one foot in front of the other and just move. I watch Emmett and crave his bravery. This has been a season of telling myself to pull myself off from the floor and say, Heather, I know you can do it girl. You don't have to run today. Let's just plan on trying to put one foot in front of the other.
Can I tell you something? I think it's working... With prayer, and new opportunities, and springtime, and encouragement from dear friends in our community, and especially in looking on in awe at my learning-to-walk-ten-month-old-son.
Thanks for the inspiration, my brave little boy.