These days my precious daughter is reaching for all sorts of things. Aside from the items on the kitchen and bathroom counters (not to mention many other areas in the house) she is making me smile with her reaching.
Sometimes when we’re reading, she spreads her fingers flat against an animal and says she wants to hold it. Or something she likes happens in a book and she tries to grab through the page to transport herself there. A few days ago, we were in a park. It was a little light out but the moon was over us. Micha looked up and said, “Moon!,” to which I said, “Yes, there’s the moon.”
“I want to touch it!!,” she said. Before I could say we can’t touch the moon, she reached her fingertips open wide, stretched her arm straight and got up on her tippy toes, wanting nothing more (or less) than to touch the moon. I joined her and started reaching up too. i joined her in the desire to touch the moon, to reach for the stars, to yearn for the impossible.
Most consistently, however, she’s been reaching for birds. She wants so badly to touch one. I’ve watched her change strategies as to how to get one. She started by seeing one and running towards it as quickly as she could. When that didn’t work, she started walking quietly and slowly towards them. When she’s about three feet away, she spreads her fingers out wide. She still walks slowly but she reaches her arm forward so much that sometimes I think she’ll tip over. You can see the relief over her when the bird just hops a few feet away. When they fly away, her hand slowly goes down and you can see her immediately start looking for where it went or looking for another bird to touch.
I love that she’s still determined after weeks of effort and no success. Each day she tries is like a new day; she doesn’t seem more anxious to touch one, more frustrated when she doesn’t or more discouraged to keep trying. I take these daily reminders as a lesson, from my sweet two and a half year old, to always reach for what I want. As long as we’re open to it, our dreams are available. Micha hasn’t given up (and is showing no signs of doing so!) therefore we shouldn’t either. We may not be able to put all our efforts forth to make our dreams possible but holding on to them and believing in them is what matters.
I hope you have a good week of chasing your “bird”. Anything is possible!
Angela M. Barbieri
I am a happy mother of two. I’ve written for as long as I can remember. Since becoming a mother, I’ve started sharing my writing to connect with others and share what I learn. I hope to support parents through my writing because parenting challenges us (understatement) but also allows us to relive innocent, new experiences through the eyes of our children (amazing!).
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