I remember when my boys were babies and they first learned to walk. That’s over 17 years ago. I was living with my parents and we had an open concept living and dining room. We had a large blue reclining chair and an old wood stove that separated the two areas. Andre, my oldest by 12 minutes, already walked while holding the couch but this day was different.
Andre let go of the couch and balanced on his legs, slowly crouching down and lifting up again. He moved one foot forward and then the next. I jumped up and started clapping in excitement. He was startled and dropped down on his bottom. He didn’t realize I was that close. He was wearing a cloth diaper because the cost of a disposal ones were ridiculous for twins. His bottom was padded and he just looked at me. I told him I was sorry and asked him to try again. He pulled himself up and made his way around the blue chair.
I started to laugh and giggle with him. He went forward a few steps and then fell on his bum. My mother was with us and of course she was cheering him on. Damian was sitting in the living room area watching. Until that day Damian didn’t even attempted to stand up. He gathered all his strength and pulled himself up. Oh my goodness. He wobbled and then landed on his bum. He started to cried. I told him it was okay. It was his first try. He didn’t even use the couch! What do you expect, Sweetie?
Andre was doing laps around the chair and Damian watched us cheering him on. I couldn’t hold back my excitement. Damian forced himself to move. He pulled himself up again and took two steps. He gently sat back down. Each time he tried he moved more steps. I couldn’t help but giggle. They were both so adorable in their oversized cloth diapers walking around the chair. I jumped on the chair and peeked over at them as they moved and smiled as they came around to the front. My mother was sitting at the dining room table and then she decided to sit on the floor as they walked around.
I asked them if they could walk around the other way, counter clockwise. They didn’t understand right away but they got the idea. Round and round they went and we all enjoyed every minute of it. They both were walking. My mother finally looked at me and said you are in serious terrible. Maybe, but at that moment it was fulfilling. They finally tired themselves out and we settled in the living room. I stroked their hair and gave them celebratory kisses. We settled down and built a puzzle together and the experience was over.
Even now, I still remember the experience with a great deal of happiness. I’m sure they don’t remember but the sensations and feelings are embedded in my heart.