Go on ask me, ask me the question. What question, you say?
The question. The question asked more often than any other when you have a baby more than three months old.
Is she walking yet?
Yes that's the one. And yes my daughter is walking.
Yesterday morning at 8.30am my daughter took her first steps. Four steps in actual fact. She may have gone a little further if one of her toys hadn't been in her path, but I guess we'll never know and that really is besides the point.
It may just be four steps but you know what they say, one tiny step for my daughter is one giant leap for mankind. At least that should be how the saying goes. Or even better, it should be one tiny step for my daughter, one in the eye for mankind.
Because as you may recall, just a week or so ago, I had a moan about how irritated I was becoming with people always asking “Is she walking yet?”
“Is she walking yet” became a standard greeting. It had replaced “Hello, how are you?”
Luckily I was in absolutely no hurry for my daughter to take those first few steps. If we had been living in our own little bunker underground with no contact with the outside world I wouldn't have minded when she first started to walk.
It was all the external pressure which was making me think that if she did walk, it would at least silence the questioners. Peer pressure if you like.
But I knew my daughter would walk when she felt good and ready, despite everyone's implied reaction - when I replied no she wasn’t walking - that she really should have been running around the garden by nine months old.
And it looks like my confidence wasn't misplaced. My daughter has done it. She has started walking in her own time, and at just turned 15 months old I really don't think that's bad going at all.