I wrote about hovering yesterday. Last night, Angel wanted to go down the stairs to see her dad, who had just come home from work. She asked me whether she could go down the stairs by herself. It would be the first time.
I told her yes. She looked at me with big eyes and asked: Are you sure, mommy?
So I opened the child safety gate for her, guided her onto the first step and sent her on her way. She held the hand rails like she promised she would. And she walked down the stairs by herself.
Halfway down, her grandma, as usual, butted in and wanted to come and get her. I just said, Let her walk down on her own.
On the last three steps, Angel was giddy with pride. She called out to her dad and said: Look at me, daddy. I walk down by myself!
She played downstairs for a while, and when she finally came up again, she was so happy. She kept saying to me: Mommy, I can walk down by myself. I'm a big girl.
This morning when she woke up, the first thing she asked was to go down by herself again.
A little faith in her goes a long way.