Watching my son learn is magical. There’s nothing like it. Last weekend he taught himself to roll over. He was playing on the floor, babbling away, when I caught the tail-end of him teetering from his back to his tummy. And then again a minute later. And then again.
He didn’t quite remember his new trick a couple hours later. I had to swing one leg over the other to remind him. As soon as I helped him along, he was back to his cute wobble from back to front, balancing all his weight on his elbow.
I expected I’d have to show him this for another week or so before he remembered. But no. Bubs proved mama wrong earlier this week by rolling on his own with no reminding. And he continued to do so even after I flipped him on his back over and over. It became a game of sorts. Until he spit up from the excitement.
Just a few months ago he was struggling to hold his head up on his own. And before that we met for the first time in a hospital room. Last summer he was bundled snug in my tummy, not knowing that one day he would accomplish something huge like rolling over.
And now he’s growing and learning faster than I can keep up. Part of me wants him to stay this small forever, but the other part can’t wait to see what he’ll show me tomorrow.