This is my daughter’s preferred use of her walker.
At 18 months, she still isn’t walking – or even standing – on her own. We’ve had a couple of unaided runs with the walker and even one second yesterday where she looked like she might stand on her own (before toppling over), but that’s about it.
The thing is, I’m not worried yet. Well, that may be a bit of a lie. I’m not overly worried yet.
Frog’s father was 21 months before he was walking. But, unlike Frog, he was quite happy shuffling around on his backside until then and had shown no inclination of getting up on his two feet until, one day, he ran through the front room.
Frog has been crawling just over six months now. She’s been cruising round the furniture for the last three months. So when is she going to take that giant leap for Frogkind and stop holding on?
There appear to be two camps on the issue. The surprised ones, who raise both eyebrows in shock that my toddler still isn’t toddling, before questioning if there’s a problem with her feet or legs or development. And the ones who can regale you with stories of their own children crawling until they were long past the “acceptable” age. (I like the latter ones best.)
But in the meantime, while my daughter ponders her future on two feet, my back is getting more and more crooked by the day.
So, Frog, any time you feel like letting go of my hands – well, that’s good for me. After all, if I’m not holding your hands, it means they’re free to clap you.