I can’t believe a year has passed since my grandchild, Aidan, was born. It’s been quite an adventure watching him grow. It’s a different perspective when the kid isn’t really your direct responsibility. I’ve watched him go from a sleeping creature to a real kid.
I remember from my past experience as a mother, than once that child turns one, babyhood is over. Once the child figures out that they can get around on their own, things change. Once they crawl and walk, it’s away from you.
Aidan has been crawling for a couple of weeks. He’s got the army crawl down, and he does use his knees. He goes after the same things any curious child goes for: the door stopper, the electric outlets, a tiny item on the floor.. He is really interested in the wheels of his high chair, and he loved his great -great aunts walker’s wheels. He has protested about diaper changing by moving onto his stomach. He figured out if he holds his body stiff, it’s harder for the adults to fasten him into his high chair, and car seat. Although he doesn’t do it every time, he does it enough to let me know he has a mind of his own.
He’s also started crying a little to let you know he is not happy with the situation. For example, his dad was feeding him, and he sorrowfully cried. It took us a little while to figure out that he was frustrated because he took away the dissolving cereal he was supposed to put in his mouth. He wasn’t doing that, but he was carefully examining it. He also tried to feed it to me. At least he has the idea, in a way. I’m hoping that means he’s going to be a giver.
He does adore my husband. He likes it when he picks him up and talks to him. We were thrilled the other day when my husband played the guitar, and he sang along with us in a soft little voice. He sang, “dada,mama,nana, and other brilliant words. He also let us know that his favorite is still “wheels on the bus.”
I got a little misty eyed when my husband gave him his bath the other day. My husband was doing his shampoo trick, gathering the hair in a funny point on the head. It was so reminiscent of our lives 30 years ago. My husband is an efficient bath giver. He used to get them washed and dried in 2 minutes flat. He hasn’t lost his touch.
I know what’s going to happen. He will learn to walk, than talk. He will become more and more independent. He won’t want to do what mommy and daddy want to do. He will go to school, find friends, and move further and further away from us. But I’m hoping he will continue to be a part of our lives.i
In the meantime, I’m glad I got another bonus in life, the chance to watch another child develop. Without all the responsibility and work. What a joy it is!