Stealing a bit of time...
Hi, folks!
It's a funny expression, isn't it? 'Stealing time' is a little bit of an oxymoron, I think, because how can you steal something that isn't an object. Sure, you could steal a clock (and I advise against that, because it'll just bring you nothing but trouble) but you're just taking a timepiece. Time is an idea, and it's passage is just a way to express the string of events that happen relative to other events.
That bit of musing aside, it's hard teaching a baby to walk. My son took six steps two weeks ago. I'm very proud of him. At the same time, it's a bit painful to see how difficult it is for him. He gets so mad and frustrated with it all. Apart of me wants to just pick him up when I see him getting so upset, but I need to step back and let him grow. Walking is like so many other things in this life, it's important to learn to do it for oneself. He does not seem interested in crawling but walking... Well, he is torn between wanting to do it and wanting to get carried around by everyone.
He's just shy of 11 months, I'm amazed at where the time went. I look at him and I see that my little boy is almost a toddler. He's starting to show the stubborn attitude of a toddler ('I want to do it myself.' and 'I want it now!') and even though he can't speak yet, he's making it plain just what he wants. On one hand, I want my little baby to stick around. It's just a special and wonderful feeling when your infant falls asleep in your arms and cuddles up to you. At the same time, I'm excited that my little boy is making an appearance.
Like all mothers, I believe that my child is bright, possibly even gifted. I won't go so far as a few of the other mothers out there and say that my son is better then some one else's child. He's a wonderful child, though, and I suspect that toddlerhood is going to be a wild ride.