Today, one week after my granddaughter’s first birthday, she took her first steps on her own. She has been standing on her own and cruising around furniture, but anytime someone tried to coax her to let go and walk, she would simply refuse. Today, her mother “caught” her walking across the dining room. I joked that maybe she had been a “closet walker.”
It reminded me of when my own children were little and I was teaching them to swim. I remember other parents at the pool begging, scolding, or trying to reason with their own children to let go of the side, go under water, or jump into the pool. My style was to simply stay within arm’s reach and let them explore whatever felt comfortable. None of them were afraid of water. All of them learned to swim at a young age. And I didn’t push. I simply let them do what came naturally.
They all love water. I think it is partly because I loved water and I just let them be around it in whatever capacity they felt comfortable. Now I believe getting out of our comfort zone is good for us, but sometimes it just takes baby steps.