She’s gone from pro-crawler to standing with sureness within a month.
She grabs and shoves me off in the same minute.
The next “step”?
She’ll be screaming “I’ve got a date Mom see you later”, as she’s running out the door.
She’ll be walking right after Christmas people. Know it.
Fiona has her own purpose and destiny and I am but a spectator, a watcher, and a sage.