So my daughter right now is teetering on the brink between “can’t walk” and “can walk.” She’ll stand up with her hand on some sturdy object to support herself until she works up the courage to let go, then she sorta stands there staring at me, wobbling like crazy, she’ll take a step, then two, maybe three, then decide crawling is way easier and jump on the floor. As a parent it’s crazy how you root the kid on like she’s about to find the cure for cancer and you’re so proud when she finally reaches a new milestone.
Last week she could stand up, but only when she didn’t realize it. She would become so interested in whatever object she was playing with that her support hand would unconsciously let go of that sturdy object. She could stand up for an infinite amount of time, as long as she didn’t know she was doing it. Then it became like the roadrunner running off the cliff in the cartoons, as soon as she realized what she was doing, she’d awkwardly tumble to the ground.
She finally realized that she already had the ability to stand up, she just needed the confidence to actually do it. I wonder how often I fail at something just because somewhere inside I don’t really believe that I can do it.