This morning I had a wonderful experience with my baby girl.
She had actually slept in a bit – a rare event – and I had to go in to get her around 7 am. Her head popped up as soon as I opened the door and she asked me where her feet were. We found two feet, and two arms and two hands and shoulders.
I told her it was time to get dressed and I picked her outfit and sat on the floor with her.
After we had changed her diaper it was time to put on socks. She grabbed them off the floor, pulled the ball apart, and declared “my turn.” She wanted to try getting her socks on herself.
After trying and being unable to stretch her little sock over her toes she handed me the first sock and said it was my turn, so I took it, showed her how to stretch it over her toes and pull it up.
She took the second sock and tried to stretch it like mommy did, and then something happened that I hadn’t seen before.
She looked up at me and said “I can’t.”
“Yes you can, baby, just try again.”
“I can’t,” she said and lay down on the floor, hiding her face.
I had never seen this before. She’s always upbeat, always trying new things, and when she thinks she can’t, she hands her sock or shoe or shirt to me and simply says ‘you turn.’
But this time she said ‘I can’t,’ and just lay there, sad and giving up.
“Baby girl, you can, you just have to try again,” I said. “You can, you’re learning.”
She sat up, took the sock and tried to stretch it over her toes – I helped to make sure the little toe went along for the ride. She pulled her sock up.
“Mommy, I did it!”
“Yes, you did it. I knew you could.”
“Mommy, I tried again.”
She was so proud of herself. She had such a big smile on her face. She thought she couldn’t, but she tried again, and with a little help she did it.
Now I can smile just think about what we did together this morning, this moment we shared, and she can remember that if she tries again she’ll figure it out.