I never thought to be sad at all. It was a happy moment, those first few steps of my firstborn. I just smiled and giggled as my heart swelled with pride. I grabbed the camera and captured as many of those steps as I could - but it never occurred to my unsuspecting heart to be sad or stop him; to make him slow down or hold back.
Nicky 12 months
He was 12 months old when he was a true "walker". Many of his first steps photos were actually taken on his first birthday. It was a happy day. On the day he took some of those first steps, I stood amazed that it had been a whole 12 months since I held him for the first time. He was walking and it was something I wanted to remember forever. I do still! I remember it like it was just yesterday. I didn't know then that someday he'd have a new set of first steps, and I'd be just as proud, every bit as ready to grab the camera and start snapping, Never did I realize that THIS time, I'd cry. Yes, cry. Every day he's taking steps toward independence, just like before. Only now, "independence" means college, jobs, apartments and life on his own.
So as he continues to walk, my heart swells with pride. My smile can't grow any bigger and my camera is clicking away. I'm capturing it all. I wouldn't change any of it. He's everything I wanted him to be, but I cry. When I watch him doing the things a high school senior does, getting ready for that big, big world, and I watch him walk - every day - off to check one more thing off of that big list called "things to do before I grow up", I cry.
But I smile too. :)
Nick age 18
Nick age 18
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