I doubt that Neil Armstrong's moon walk would have created more excitement in our house than the few, faltering steps we witnessed on Sunday night. I mean, I realize his had more cultural significance and historical value, but whatever. She walks! Just a few steps, and there's a lot of sudden-butt-falling as a result, but it's true!
I am partly excited and partly terrified. As a friend of mine posted on Fac.ebook about the news, "life as a series of near misses begins."
I think about that, sometimes: near misses. How the world, which often seems enormous and inevitable and impossible to change, can shift entirely in just a moment, a breath. I look at my daughter and, every once in awhile, without bidding or my permission, the photo of two tiny embryos floats into my head. One of them is her. I think about that microscopic bit of life, which is now tottering around on two unsteady feet - which will soon be running, giving herself the occasional black eye, walking into kindergarten, asking for the car keys.
I might be overreacting. I mean, she took a few steps toward my husband and the first thing I thought of was, "now someday she will walk away from me," which is true, but going off to college is still a ways off.
For now, we're heading into a gratitude week with one more thing added to the list.
For this crazy, exhausting, sometimes tedious, sleep-deprived, early-waking, full life: thank you.