In Japan, they celebrate Children's Day today. For us, every day seems like Children's Day because Iris is such a cutie! It's fun to play with her and watch her smile and laugh at new "games" she creates. Tonight, I brought out a plastic, neon and multi-colored slinky toy that I recently got at a rummage sale. She was stretching the ends so that her arms opened wide. So, I got an idea to have her hold one end, and I stretched it out very far. Then, I let go for the coils to spring back. She just giggled and thought that was fun. After 10 times, I think she got distracted by another "toy" (beautiful large metal canister with a painted iris flower outside) that she likes to carry and move around the living room. Oh well, ...next!
Iris still walks like she's drunk, but looks so happy and proud as she explores different rooms and spaces in our house. Last night, she was walking around to whichever room our dog was in. Our old dog pretty much sleeps a lot; and therefore, tends to avoid Iris-the noisemaker. Yesterday, I observed her doing her "butt-spin" for the first time in months. It's still a very entertaining trick of hers!
She's enjoying stroller rides, bike rides and is okay with car rides. On our walk this evening, she held out her hand as I walked next to her. So, I put my hand in hers and she grasped my hand. She wouldn't let go. She seemed to smile at the fact that she was pulling Mama along (Dada was pushing the stroller). For me, I felt warmed by her wanting to hold onto my hand. This was definitely a departure from me touching her hands, such as when I'm praying with her. When I pulled my hand away, she loudly called out to me and reached her hand towards me as I walked alongside the stroller. I loved it!
So, someone asked recently, "How's parenthood?" I still feel like such a novice, but I see Dada doing instinctively fun activites appropriate for development. He cooked playdough the other day. Iris chose play with the dough by dropping pieces on the floor. That was okay for our dog, since it's edible playdough. I imagine it didn't taste too good, though. Yet, I marvel at how much we've learned not only to care for Iris in the daily chores, but to be relaxed about the changing behaviors and communication (such as it can be without recognizable words) with her.
I wonder: What will her first real words be? Will she be a picky eater? (so far, it's not too bad) What things do we really need to buy for her as she grows-clothes, shoes, sippy cups, etc.? How will she (and we) be when she has her first bad illness? Are we not teaching her appropriate manners?
The questions continue, but there are many friends and family members sharing with us their experience. I'm very glad that we (the parents) are both learning to let Iris be Iris as she begins to exert her independence. What a ride we're on! It may be on a small scale how God watches me as I grow (and fall) in my belief, trust and spiritual walk with Him. I'm thankful that God doesn't give up on anyone who calls to Him in the name of Jesus. But that doesn't mean that he will spoil us either because He is righteous, merciful and knows His creation. Amen.