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It’s funny how as you get older things take on a whole new perspective. I remember when I was a kid and people would say to my parents “Look how she’s grown!” I would think, “What the heck are they talking about…I’ll never be a grown-up.” The yard at my parent’s house was HUGE. My daddy and I would sit up against a tree and watch the traffic go by. I would try to toss berries into the street, but the street was much to far away. My berry never even got close. Our driveway was so long that it would take forever to ride my bike to the end and back up to the fence. Funny. Now I am an adult, I live in the same house that I did as a child. The driveway is certainly not THAT long. It probably would only take a minute to ride a bike to the end and back. The yard is a good size…but certainly not HUGE and that tree my daddy and I leaned against, is a stone’s throw away from the road. It’s all about perspective. I was small…so things were big.
As a grandparent, the same idea of perspective seems to apply. When my children were babies it was so important to me that they reach all the “milestones” at exactly the appropriate ages. Smiling, crawling, pulling themselves up, walking, talking. I would listen to my friends with children to make sure mine were at
the same stage, or maybe even more “advanced”. When my daughter entered Kindergarten she was reading my old “Dick and Jane” book. I thought that was amazing, until another parent mentioned that her daughter was reading 4th or 5th grade level books. “What’s wrong with MY daughter?” I worried. How silly. Of course there was nothing for me to be concerned about. My daughter learned to read and we just celebrated her college graduation. The idea that I even dared to compare my children to anyone else’s seems so trivial now.
I look at Riley who will be 9 months old later in the month and instead of rushing her to the next stage, I marvel at all the things she has already accomplished. I watched her learn to crawl with a whole different perspective. Each day that she lay on her belly
flopping like a seal, I knew that she was developing her muscles so that she would eventually figure out how to crawl. The first time she picked up a cheerio and made it to her mouth, on her own, was a triumph. Today I see her fine motor skills have come so far from that first fumbling time. The delight in her eyes when she picks up a rattle and realizes that if she shakes it a cool noise happens, makes me smile. I see her learning about the world around her and instead of “wishing” that she would hurry up and walk or talk, I instead realize that the past 8 months have flown by. She has gone from a one month old, sleeping and eating most of the day away, to a tiny person who interacts with her “baby” friends at daycare. She waves to people across the room and babbles to her Grampy and I telling us some wonderful stories. If only I could understand what she was saying!
Its all about perspective. July 1st I return to court to see what the future will bring for Baby Riley and I. A year ago I would never have thought I would be in this position. The idea of entering a court room for any reason was scary. Now, looking at it from a different perspective, I realize that that “scary” room holds my
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