C had her own time table for learning to walk. In my ignorance, I assumed she’d start walking around her first birthday just like her sister, but no amount of encouraging or cajoling could get her the least bit excited about walking until she was 14 months. She began standing up on her own in the middle of a room during her 14th month and taking one or two steps (and on rarer occasion 5 or 6 steps), but she showed no further interest.
Crawling was fast. She was good at it. She could keep up with her sister. Why would she want to walk? Then one day last week (at 15.5 months), she got up and walked most of the way across a room. Ever since then she has been walking at least as much as she crawls. Today she wore hard-soled shoes for the first time.
I’m excited for her. What a milestone it is to become a biped! What fun it’s going to be to run after her older sister! But as much as I’ve longed to see her take off on two feet, I will miss crawling. More than anything, I will miss that distinctive sound that lets you know an excited baby is padding your way, the thump thump of her limbs and the little panting sound she makes when she’s going top speed.
Suddenly, my baby is walking into rooms and surprising me with her bigness. Suddenly she’s sitting up at the play table and demanding her own crayons. Suddenly she wants to get down and walk instead of snuggling in my arms. My baby has become a toddler, and I’m not sure I’m ready.