My roommate has a 15 month old (or so, I lose track) baby. She’s adorable, like most babies.
Lately, E (the baby) has been learning how to climb up and down stairs. She can’t walk down the stairs yet, but she’s figured out how to turn backwards and kind of slide down.
I got home from a long practice session in preparation for Elevated Art with Harper, and E was clambering down the steps. She ignored us as she got to the bottom step. When she was safely down though, she turned to us with a big grin on her face and started clapping. She was clearly delighted that she had gotten down the steps by herself.
After such a long practice, complete with small tweaks (and bigger tweaks), physically exhausting training, and lots of wondering whether it will all hold together for the showcase next Saturday, E’s victory kind of put things in perspective.
“Remember two years ago when we couldn’t do a fireman spin?” I asked Harper. She laughed. It’s so easy to be annoyed that you can’t find a good way to get out of a spatchcock or stick in your foot grips or get into a handspring- but the reality is that we’ve come a long way.
We should all smile and clap for ourselves a little more often.