Any day now, Lil Mil will take her first steps. Someone will be there to see it.
It won’t be me.
Yes, I’m being pessimistic, but I’m also going with the odds. During the week, I see my daughter for about two hours every morning. Sometimes less. On the weekends, I’m with her all day, but we’re usually out doing stuff, so she doesn’t spend much time on her feet. It’s during the week, while I’m at work and she’s with S (the part-time babysitter who became our full-time nanny when we yanked Lil Mil out of daycare - see what you missed while I was away?) that she prances around the house, holding on to her wooden pushtoy, hamming it up for the applause she’s come to expect (if she doesn’t get it, she’ll plop down and clap for herself).
Most weeks, there’s at least a chance I’d be there to witness those monumental first steps. But this week, Lil Mil is with Mom and Dad for the week (mine, not hers), which means that if she decides to walk in the next six days, I will most certainly miss it.
Is it horrible that I’m willing my daughter not to walk just because I want to be there when she does?