We were FaceTiming with the Washington grands Sunday and Lillian was walking easily across the rug from parent to parent, giggling.
But when she got to the tile floor she slipped and tumbled and nuts to this and crawled to get where she wanted to go.
Back to the rug.
Her brother was on the couch and mostly out of reach.
She grabbed for his toes. He didn’t mind. She peered over the edge. Okay, the walking’s cool but what she really wanted now was to be able to get up there and find out what he was so interested in and be a part of it. She wanted to climb. It was just too high and there was no foothold to be found.
The previous week it was the walking she’d wanted so bad to be able to do.
Yesterday the kids sent us a video: Lillian, in bare feet this time, walking on that tile floor. Everybody clapped so she stopped and clapped, too.
Hey. This time clapping didn’t make her fall down–and she was on the tile. She noticed. She was hesitant as to how to safely start up again, though.
“Mathias, do you want to help your sister?”
Mathias appeared from around the kitchen island and reached for her hand and as soon as she could touch his she was off again and around to the other side.
It wasn’t that he was doing anything to hold her up physically, it’s that she knew he was there and he loved her. And that made it so she could see that she could do this herself after all.
