Ella has learned to walk. Actually, she's known how to walk for some time now (she first stood up on her own in mid-April, just before we moved; she got her first pair of shoes two weeks later).
But she's a cautious one.
After several weeks of feeling like my kid was "behind" and that it was somehow a reflection on my parenting style, I finally let go and accepted that Ella would walk when she was ready, that she would be ready when she'd be ready, and that her needing to ever so gently hold onto my finger was precious. I have Kelle Hampton to thank for that one.
And now she walks.
I love that my girl is cautious. I hope she is relatively cautious when she is 16 and driving a car.
I also hope that my cautiousness and her daddy's sense of fearlessness balance each other well. That she doesn't become too scared, or act too wild.
I love her sense of accomplishment; look at that smile!
I love that she claps at the end of a song, or when she gets the shape toys to fit properly in the sorter.
And as I wished before, she is brave--those first steps away from the security of holding onto something are always brave, no matter when they happen.