Today my baby stood on his own without holding onto anything for the first time. For a few seconds, mind you.Then he raised one chubby foot and stepped forward. One small step, then another before he smiled at me and toppled. Two feelings went through my mind. Pride at his short lived ‘walk’, if you can call it that. And then this slight sense of panic that he wouldn’t need me anymore very soon. My baby was on his way to becoming a boy, and then a big boy and finally a man.
Then I thought of my mother and realised that however old I grew, I still needed her. That nagging feeling has disappeared now.
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