I’m sorry to keep banging on about this walking thing but it’s a big deal for me and I think some people are not taking it seriously enough. Take this morning for example. I’m still wobbly, I’ll admit, but I know my own mind and today I wanted to wear my wellies to nursery.
Mummy did warn me that they’re still a bit big and that they’d be tricky to walk in, but they’re so pretty I just wanted to show them off. I’ll never tell her she was right, but I did feel like I was stuck knee deep in mud and I couldn’t do it. Now, I could have just sat down quietly and taken them off, but no – I had a tantrum. A full volume, fully body tantrum. I threw myself to the floor, face down, flung the wellies across the room, banged my fists on the tiles and wailed. And wailed! Mummy walked away to collect her things ready to go out and I’m sure if I’d lifted my head up I’d have seen her smirking. It’s just not funny.
So, I decided to get a grip and try again but I was so worked up by this point I couldn’t get the wellies back on my feet and I couldn’t concentrate enough to follow Mummy walking so I half crawled, half shuffled my way down the corridor, clutching my beloved boots. And wailing.
We compromised and I wore my shoes to nursery as I walked in, up the ramp, looking at the beautiful flowers in big, bright pots. They must have seen me coming and I think Mummy indicated that I was walking because we didn’t have to ring the bell – the door was already open. I toddled in and there was rapturous applause and cheering that I wasn’t expecting. I burst into tears! I’m sure they didn’t mean to upset me but I just wanted Mummy’s trousers to eat me up. All those eyes looking at me! “She’s finally doing it!” “She looks like Bambi!” “Watch out, baby room!” Horrid, horrid, horrid.
I am still pleased with myself because I can do something now that I couldn’t this time last week, but haven’t forgotten this morning yet.