To some, this picture may just look like a baby out for a walk (well, technically, its a “push!”) on a warm fall day.
To me, it signifies much more.
For the first time, my baby is able to walk away from me.
Gone are the days when he would sit like a chubby bump on a log, crying for me, and lifting his arms to be picked up and carried where he wanted to go.
Now, if he sees something that he would like to explore, he can, almost always, make it there on his own. He doesn’t really need me for that part of his life anymore. Sigh.
Before I know it, he will be walking away from me to go to Kindergarten, then walking away to his dorm room, and finally walking away to marry some chick and then forgetting to call me until she (hopefully!) reminds him. Just like his Daddy did.
But for now, thankfully, he still comes right back to his Mommy! :)