I am not well versed in caring, coping or catering for a small child, so first meeting at six months was not easy. There was no doubt in my mind that she was and still is the cutest looking child but I couldn’t help but wonder what one did with such a small helpless ‘package’.
She couldn’t crawl, walk or run, and the importance of Formula One racing passed her by completely. I was at a loss. Laying down did not look like anything that I could share with her, so I did what any male would do, and withdrew to my corner. Grandma was able to cope easily enough, and I wrote it down to the fact that ‘it must be a girl thing’.
By this time, I was told that Kylee had passed the ‘crying for seemingly no good reason’. Phew. I had heard accounts where babies can cry for what seems like forever, and I was glad that this phase was gone. She was able to sit up in a high chair well enough, and whenever I passed, there was a welcoming smile. Liquid food was still the norm, but she could manage ‘baby’ treats, and I was amazed by her dexterity with them. Her tiny hands picked them up easily and she could even recover treats that had made it into her lap.
So, one day I was asked if I would give her some baby food (the stuff in jars on sale at all good grocery stores and pharmacies), and I agreed as it appeared to be a simple enough task. Only one spoonful made it onto my clothes, and the noises she made while being fed assured me that she was 100% appreciative.
Accompanying each spoonful was a big smile, and she nodded her head from side to side, giggling the entire time. Maybe it was the way I delivered the food on the spoon. Whatever the reason, we both survived the experience and it gave me the courage to actually offer to feed her next time.
Some of the most rewarding experiences in life are just the little things, and I am obliged to say that this was one of those times..
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