My daughter started walking 3 weeks after her 1st birthday. It was a sunny evening made brighter by our laughter and joy.
There were weeks of stumble grabbing teeter walking. She probably even thought she already was walking, not realizing that her hand was always holding on to something. A chair, the coffee table, a wall, a leg, a hand. These were her walk aids for a long time but one day she let go and hand free walked her way across the floor to my aunt who was holding a flip flop that Scarlett wanted.
What is interesting is that it wasn't even something particularly cool that she was walking for. I mean, a flip flop? We told her, "No, she can't have it." She responded with steps. Arms flailing, tooth grinning, mouth babbling steps. She wanted that shoe and she was serious. Serious enough to do something she had never really done before. Something she would, now, never stop doing.
My daughter started walking and she never looked back.
About 15 minutes into the walk-fest she reached out, a little too early, to grab a hold of the leg of a tall table. As she leaned into the misplaced grab we watched in horror as her arm went past the leg of the table and her forehead made contact to the sharp corner of it.
Crying, wailing, tears and snot. In my arms she babbled and cried her thoughts about the injustice of the fall but soon with a red turning purple bruise surfacing on her large, beautiful forehead, she started walking again. This time a little more carefully, not quite as crazy/carelessly.
I watch her now as a 2.75 year old and I shake my head, in awe, as she runs, body fluid, legs steady, across the field at the park. There is no more stumble in her step and no fear in her eyes. She knows what she is doing and she has never regressed backwards from that day where she moved from a crawl to walk.
Later I find myself running, my legs smoothly churning a steady rhythm onto the trail near my house. I don't even remember what it was like crawling. I don't remember being 1 and seeing the world through the view of the floor around me, with me on my hands and knees barreling towards a nearby toy without a clue as to what was going on just above me. My focus would have been on whatever was in front of me on the floor or the oblong view that would've come if I were to tilt my head back and scan my immediate surroundings.
While a child, crawling my way through my life I would've been limited to the knowledge of the things only in the room I was crawl/patrolling and if there was a large obstacle, like a couch between rooms, then I would have been limited to the things on this side of the couch, my side. I would not have known of anything outside of the places where I travelled myself or was carried. There were no snow capped mountains or oceans or deserts or rain-forests or stars or planets or galaxies in my little mind. Those would come later, their knowledge would follow my standing, walking, running, swimming, bicycling, driving, snowboarding, and flying (airplane folks) yet there is still something that is too much for me to comprehend, too great for me to grasp. My brain is still too finite to wrap it's arms around the vastness of it. So I crawl through this life happy to hear the whispering of something that is beyond me, smiling as I catch a glimmer of that which is above me, longing and eager to one day find myself no longer a child but fully grown in knowledge, finding myself upright staring face to face with He who has created me.
Him, the Beginning and End.
I cannot grasp it today,
but I will.
"For our knowledge is fragmentary (incomplete and imperfect), and our prophecy (our teaching) is fragmentary (incomplete and imperfect).
But when the complete and perfect (total) comes, the incomplete and imperfect will vanish away (become antiquated, void, and superseded).
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; now that I have become a man, I am done with childish ways and have put them aside.
For now we are looking in a mirror that gives only a dim (blurred) reflection [of reality as in a riddle or enigma], but then [when perfection comes] we shall see in reality and face to face! Now I know in part (imperfectly), but then I shall know and understand fully and clearly, even in the same manner as I have been fully and clearly known and understood [by God].
And so faith, hope, love abide [faith--conviction and belief respecting man's relation to God and divine things; hope--joyful and confident expectation of eternal salvation; love--true affection for God and man, growing out of God's love for and in us], these three; but the greatest of these is love." -1 Corinthians 13:9-13