Annabel hates grass.
At least, she used to. We were at a birthday party a few weekends ago, and I set her on the grass for just a minute while I took off my sweater.
She quickly sized it up, and then decided she didn’t hate it anymore.
The park was huge, the grass stretched on as far as Annie could see. At first she stayed close.
And then she slowly got up on her knees, and looked around.
I tried to get her to explore the park with her mama. She ignored me, and instead decided to crawl away.
My heart was bursting. She was crawling so fast her arms and legs were almost blurry. She was making her own path, and she didn’t need me to lead.
This is what we’re supposed to want for our children…