Just Wait

Yesterday we went to a new play group. There were some familiar faces and some new ones; quite a few older kiddos compared to the day we normally drop in. This play group also had a snack time. When the treats were served all the littles diligently washed their hands and pulled a tiny chair up to a tiny table. I briefly envisioned our part in snack time unfolding as snack times usually do in our house - with Frances spitting out and then squishing everything offered topped off with an attempt to climb on the table. But none of this happened. Instead she sat properly at the small table and wanted to eat whatever the bigger girls at the table were eating. When they ate their cheese she ate her cheese. When they ate their watermelon she ate her watermelon. I was so incredibly proud of her. And felt too like I'd had a little glimpse into just how fine she would be when the time came for day care and back to work.         

Up until these last few weeks I often found myself thinking: I can't wait until she sits up, I can't wait until she walks, I can't wait until she talks and so on and so (impatiently) on. And no wonder - there are very few things that can rival the down-to-your-toes happiness that comes with seeing your babe learn how to clap or crawl. It is so very big and all consuming. But now. Now that time is moving twice as fast and she is changing everyday there is a new voice in my head that says just wait.

Just wait she will learn to talk. Just wait she will learn to feed herself. Don't rush. Just wait. It will come. She will learn to feed the ducks and slide down the slide. She will learn to play with other little ones and to play in the huge expanse of her imagination She will learn everything and then some. Just wait and watch and don't wish for a single thing that isn't right now. 

Welcome wise little whispery voice. You have come to the right place.