Yesterday, Reilly took two early naps, one which was over two hours long (a new record for her). After her second nap, she spent the rest of the afternoon tearing across the apartment in a frenzy of activity and play. Her little body was practically humming with all the pent-up energy.
As I watched my daughter speed across the living room, moving from one toy to the next, I came to a realization: When we are born, we are set in motion, and we do not stop moving until we die, not for a moment. Even when we are sleeping, we cannot escape movement.
Reilly’s physical activity is so prevalent now that to get her to be still is nearly impossible. It’s hard to believe that it was just ten months ago that I was anxiously looking down at my newborn as she lay in her crib, my eyes straining against the darkness to perceive the quiet motion of her breathing.
No comments:
Post a Comment