My only daughter was not quite as lucky as the boys as she had to resume at a crèche when she was only 14weeks old. Oh the horror and emotional torture I went through making that decision. She was really little and as she steadily grew, it appeared that it was not at the expected speed detailed on the growth rate chart we were given at the hospital. Oh mummies and our concerns.
She’ll be 3years old soon and many of my fears have been laid to rest. Yeah I know I have so many more things to be agitated about but I’d rather count my blessings and be grateful for little wins. As I relished her mile stones of sitting, crawling, standing, walking, playing and transitioning from liquid meals to semi-solid to solid, I could not help grinning from ear to ear.
My grin quickly turned to laughter as I went through my phone and stumbled on a short video. My daughter was crawling at the time. A boy in her class who only just started walking was playing with a toy that she apparently wanted to play with too. So the tussle began. He appeared to have the upper hand as he got away quickly from her each time she came close. Amidst the fidgeting and twiddling, she managed to get him into a corner and took the toy from him. Although he would take it back a couple of times, she would again snatch it from him as their class nanny keenly observed. With what seemed like a final stroke of luck, she got the toy back, crawled away a few steps, turned around as if to savour the moment, left the toy and went on her way as though nothing had happened. What?!!! Why did she expend such energy getting a toy she didn’t really want to play with? Perhaps only she knows precisely why, but I sure had my own thoughts on the drama I had just watched.