Sunday, February 13, 2011

No, wait...don't go

It’s in the morning. I put Violet in her vibrating chair while I get her bottle ready. It goes into the warmer, and I turn around to see Violet batting at one of the toys suspended over her chair. She’s staring so hard at it and pushing out her shaking arm, as if she’s working out this new idea - this notion that she has power over the things around her. She’s never done this before. Maybe it’s not what I think, but her movements appear so purposeful. If she’s doing what I think she’s doing, she’s crossed a threshold. I watch and realize it’s possible to feel pride and disappointment simultaneously.

85 days old

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