She had tried all summer long to find her balance, but with an ever-present and ever-adorable diapered waddle, she still tottered like the little baby she was. But sometimes, her frustrations would get the best of her.
“Princess,” her Daddy said to her one sunny day. “You know that chair we have out in the backyard, the one without any legs and without any back?”
“Duh siwwy chair?” she mumbled in question behind her pacifier.
“That’s the one,” he said with a warm smile at the innocence of the name she had given the hammock.
She nodded.
“It’s impossible to sit in, isn’t it?” her Daddy asked, coaxing the yittleness, present in her baby brown irises.
She nodded again, not sure what he was getting at.
“Well, I think if you practice at finding a way to sit in that chair, then you’ll be able to find your balance,” her Daddy said, giving her diapered bottom a pat as she waddled outside to the hammock.
And there she remained all afternoon, trying again and again to sit in this ridiculously wobbly seat. It had less balance than she did. And after quite a bit of frustration, she gathered the center of the hammock and threw one leg over to the other side, then putting both of her legs up and leaning back into the hammock comfortably.
Her face, before filled with pouts and frowns and scowls, suddenly glowed with an enormously bright smile behind her pacifier. She realized then, that being little and being a BabyGirl didn’t make her less capable of doing anything. And it didn’t make her have to work harder at doing anything. All she needed to remember was that, though the world around her seemed Big, the solution to every challenge of life was always smaller than she thought. And being little, the smaller was always the better choice.
She would forever remember this discovery of herself as The Lesson of the Silly Chair.
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