taking a stand
Today, Greta rose, nearly unaided, and stood, completely unaided, for at least a second or two before sitting down with a plop. That's a first, in a season of firsts. She was on the way to getting a piece of banana, a fruit she was so excited about at the time that she bellowed and yelled with pleasure and anticipation.
Thrilled that she stood alone, I tried to get her to stand again. I put the banana down on the chair and used both hands to pull her up again, helping her feet to a more advantageous position so maybe she could stand longer. Nope: she crawled over and started going for the banana.
That's exactly it, my daughter: the thing is the thing. The goal is the goal, not whatever someone else makes of your effort toward it. What mattered to her wasn't that she stood; what mattered to her was the banana. May it always be that way.
Thrilled that she stood alone, I tried to get her to stand again. I put the banana down on the chair and used both hands to pull her up again, helping her feet to a more advantageous position so maybe she could stand longer. Nope: she crawled over and started going for the banana.
That's exactly it, my daughter: the thing is the thing. The goal is the goal, not whatever someone else makes of your effort toward it. What mattered to her wasn't that she stood; what mattered to her was the banana. May it always be that way.
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