Let It Be

Any mom who has ever joined a play group, or stumbled upon one by default, knows it is in a woman's nature to compare their child's milestones to everyone else's child. I did my best not to brag about Abbey and Cari, but I must admit by 14 months old, neither had much infant left in them. They were on the go, walking, talking and taking in what life had to offer. They were amazing, if I do say so.

Then there is Ellie. She is just a wonderful as her sisters, but just doesn't have that drive to experience what life has to offer with no motivation to walk. None, Nada, Zip, Zilch. As a mother it is easy to worry that this could be a sign of a delay. Then I thought about it, why would she walk? she is The Baby, and likes her status. Not that Abbey and Cari are not my babies, but Ellie is seen as the baby by all. Her sisters bring her toys, and even Cari tries to feed her. If Ellie is crying both girls try to comfort her. The psychology of birth order has really shown it's true colors in our family.

Mark and I try to encourage her. She can finally get around by scooting, crawling, and has mastered the stairs. In the end she is happiest in a lap. I still worry about her, but in my heart I know that she will do just fine. On April 26, at the ripe age of 14 months old, Ellie did finally take two steps. And I mean left foot, right foot done. She then plopped to the ground and put her arms up to be held in my arms. What can I say, neither parties involved have any objections to this. All three of my babes are growing up too quick, and if Ellie wants to be a baby a bit longer then let it be.