Our grandson is walking. He has been working on this skill for quite some time and we have all supported this process at every opportunity.
When he started holding his head up I imagined him sitting up one day.
When he rolled over for the first time I imagined him crawling soon.
When he was sitting up I imagined what it would be like for him to pull himself up and stand.
Etc.
He has gone from this 5 lb amazing infant to someone who prefers now to be vertical AND miraculously keep his shoes on for extended periods of time. I am amazed every time I see him.
His cousin, now 4 months old herself, has started realizing her place in space and is lifting and turning her head and rolled over this week in rapid succession after tucking one arm and pushing with the other.
I am once again imagining the next steps for her.
They say it is a different kind of love with grandchildren – sweeter and more intense I think. Without the worry of ‘raising them myself’ or wondering ‘when I’ll sleep through the night again’ there is more time for joy and imagination.
I imagine all kinds of things for and about them. I imagine them growing up being kind and full of love and compassion for humanity. I imagine a better world with them in it.
And, while I am still drawing breath in this world of ours, I imagine I’ll continue doing the good work I need to do to make this world a better place as well.
~Lydia Patrick
