We're in the process of erecting a very large new backyard playset for Sophie. It is huge and elaborate and has all the bells and whistles a kid could want. It has already begun to attract the neighborhood kids. While it is not finished yet*, it is done enough that I took Sophie out for her inaugural swing this afternoon.
It didn't come with one of the infant bucket swings and we've been talking about getting one. There is certainly room for it and it will definitely be a safer option, but Sophie loves the big kid swing. We have it set extra low so her little legs can reach and she went right to it when I took her out. I helped her find her seat and then gave her a little push, gripping the back of her jumper throughout the arc. She held on to the chains so tight, I decided to let her swing on her own. And swing on her own she did. She soared. It was beautiful and exhilarating and terrifying.
I am constantly reminded that she is growing up. She now walks down the stairs, both hands tightly on the railing, but she is upright. She dresses herself, puts on her own shoes. She feeds herself. She has an opinion about everything. Every day she shows me some new way that she is leaving the baby behind.
I love that she is making these developments. It is inevitable and wonderful. But my god, they come so fast.
*12-16 hours, the instructions said. With a team of 12 experienced Amish barn builders, maybe.