A few days ago, I bought my daughter her first pair of walking shoes. They’re a silver Mary-Jane style with a velcro strap across the foot and a really soft, flexible, and grippy sole. She isn’t walking yet, but she is standing on her own and standing up looking like she’s about to take a step, before she folds back down onto her knees. I’m torn between wanting her to walk so that I don’t have to carry her around the places we go, and not yet wanting her to figure it out. I know that once she starts walking, she’s going to run, and with that, her infancy will be long gone. She will remain my baby girl, even as she grows up and hits new milestones bigger and better than the ones before. In March, Baby Girl #2 is due, and we get to experience the joy of bringing home a new baby all over again. It is my prayer that I remain present in each moment of motherhood.