My DB has been attending DD’s swim meets and DS’s baseball, basketball and football games since she was two days old. She’s been a great sport about it, and lugging her here and lugging her there really hasn’t been a problem. Until now. Now she’s walking. I took her to my daughter’s swim meet Tuesday night and I only lasted 90 minutes. I chased her all over the school.
Nonetheless, it’s adorable to see her walking, although it makes me a little nervous since she’s still unsteady on her feet. I’ve taken to calling her “Baby Godzilla” because she kinda resembles the monster’s building-trampling gait. What I really enjoy, though, is enjoying her. I love having the wisdom (gained from my older kids) of knowing how fast it will go — how fast it’s going, for that matter. The swim meet was a lot of work and there wasn’t any time to sit and socialize with the other swim moms. I miss that a little, since swim meets are among my very limited socializing opportunities. But my season of sitting in the bleachers, chatting with my friends or reading a book, will return soon enough. In the meantime, I feel like the most blessed 41-year-old mom in the world.
