I was our following my granddaughter around the yard. The house is new to her and she has not explored it fully yet. We added to her mapping. There were porches on front and back that needed to be visited, repeatedly. She developed a pattern. She would boldly take the first step and then look around for my hand. Awwwww, how cute. It is.
It also reminded me that I am getting to the place in life where I am going to be looking for a hand or at least a handrail. I wondered how much longer I would be able to give her the help she needs. How much longer would I be more stable that she is? I am hoping I hold on until her younger brother gets past the give-me-a-hand stage. I have already caught my son reaching out a hand to make sure I am stable.
Life has been good and continues to bless.
homo unius libri
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It's good when a younger family member can be depended on; so many can't be. I had to call my stepson yesterday when I couldn't get my wife back on her feet after "sinking down" (not falling) on the front porch. He was here as soon as the speed limits allowed him.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a blessing to me.
DeleteGrace and peace.