synapse.
she’s been hanging onto walls.
with palms out, she’s been treading tables, chairs, and anything else she could grab onto for months now. she gingerly moves her feet to the side and brings the other one back to where it belongs, and she goes on and on and on, until – NO! no more, and she decides that crawling is the more direct method to get from point a, to point b, to point mummy.
but, lo!, perhaps she didn’t notice, perhaps she was too enticed by plastic lids and bottles of golden oil to notice, perhaps her little brain fired the synapse that yelled GO! and so, without her palms out, without feeling for walls to guide her way – today, something happened, and she went. she walked. unassisted. on her own. away she went… away she goes.
and i, immediately burst into tears, because although she walked those eight steps right into my arms – i could almost see her walk right past me as well… but, it wasn’t a sadness, it was a swift moving hope. a synapse that fired, JOY! and she’s walking herself right into it.
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