I’ve been teaching my daughter to walk.
Her hands in my fingers, she’s cautious of falling,
scampering gingerly as she scans the vicinity.
Always in awe.
Of course when she falls, she stands up and instantly
it’s “Daddy,” she grins at me.
A wide toothy grin.
She smiles through her wrinkled nose with pride doing it,
eyes truly fixated on my response.
Stopping to dodge obstacles before tottering off.
She wants me to watch;
I want her to watch out!
The toddlers the boss now, our roles have reversed.
My nine month old little girl is growing determined
with her own mini personality slowly emerging.
She knows there’s a world at her feet to explore
and she’s eager to walk it alone,
without me for support.
There’s tears when she falls, but she’ll rise to the challenge
realising her path is about finding a balance.
I’ll stand aside once she’s managed to lift up her little legs
to give her more independence
but a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step...
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