Actually, Hubby and I BOTH missed it. I’m genuinely ok with it, and I’m guessing he is too (simply because he hasn’t been whining about it).
I’m talking about WALKING. Yup, FIRST STEPS. We missed it. I was in New York for work. He was in South America for work. Grandma (my mom) was staying with LadyP at our house. She saw the first significant inaugural shuffles…. what’s the big deal?
Before you start questioning my priorities, consider this: LadyP’s first steps were new to ME when I did see them. And, they were new to Hubby when he saw them as well. That’s all that matters. I think my mom was a bit wary of telling me that she was stepping all over the place while I was gone for fear that I’d flip out and get mad at myself. Nope. I’m finding that part of staying ‘fab’ from the inside-out is being capable to stand by your choices. (A lot of this stems from my opinion about ‘guilt.’) I made the choice to chase a dream in New York… knowing that my absence for four days might in fact miss something big happening at home. I made my peace with it before I went… reasoning that if she did something amazing, she’d do it again when I got home and that would be the ‘first time.’ LadyP did in fact walk again… I saw it, I laughed and cried as she wobbled her way into my open arms, and that was that. It was wonderful. And she’s still doing it. Walking to the window, walking down the hall, walking in her crib. It’s like she learned to fly or something.
See? Plenty of opportunities to see her do her new thing. Don’t beat yourself up because you may have missed a ‘first’… a negative attitude can take away the sweet joy that you should be feeling instead. Trust me, you can enjoy the actual event just as fabulously when they it happens again.
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