Ben is almost three. Looking back on each year it’s inspiring to see the progress he’s made. And that’s a good thing, because day to day it can seem like there’s not much happening. But there is.
Long long ago there was a time when Ben couldn’t do much. He couldn’t sit up without support, he couldn’t roll over. He could, however, hold a toy in his hand and “play with it.” By this I mean that he would wave it in front of him. He could also stand in an exersaucer and bat at toys. But his three positions during the day (besides on my lap) were in the saucer, lying on the floor, and sitting in the swing. He napped (and got fed) in the swing, and when he was there he had a favorite toy. It was one of those toys meant to put over a carrier-type car seat. Baby pulled on the ring, it came towards them, and vibrated on its way back up. Ben loved it. He’d play with it for long stretches of time. But eventually he became bored with it. So it got put away.
Nathaniel arrived last summer, so we’ve been getting some old toys out again for him to get bored with, and the old bumblebee was one of them. Ben is rarely in the swing these days so he hadn’t seen too much of it. But the other day I set him there while he napped and he started playing with it again. Pulling it, letting it vibrate, never letting go. He always liked feeling the vibrations.
So I sat there watching him pull and relax, pull and relax. He was remembering just like I was.