Becoming a mom makes me see the world through an entirely new lense. Everything seems more vivid, more lively and, frankly, more interesting. Today, I’m thinking about wheels. I’ve never really thought much about them – they make things go, they make things move.
This morning it occurred to me that wheels symbolize steps toward independence: first tricycle, training wheels, first bicycle, first car.
Wheels mean moving onward, on your own.
Lyla received her first wheels yesterday.
She’s thrilled about them and continues to work toward letting go of my hand and moving onward, on her own:
She looks self-satisfied. :-)
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