We have very clear instructions with our daycare providers that they are not to tell me if Ella reaches any milestones for the first time at daycare without me there to witness it. As a working mom, nothing scares me more than the thought of missing Ella's first steps or first real word (aside from the "mamamama" and "dadadada" sounds she already makes). They might think I'm silly, but they play along and let me think that ignorance is bliss, and I can believe that I was a part of all of Ella's various firsts.
I apparently didn't give my patents the same memo, because the first thing my dad told me when I walked in the door after our horseback riding and ziplining adventure was that Ella stood up, unassisted, all by herself for a few brief moments while we were gone. He was so excited for her--and for me--but I'm sad I missed it.
I know I can't always be there, and I know that she'll only continue to get better and better in the days to come. And if my husband and I aren't home to witness her accomplishments, then I'm at least glad that it was my parents who got to encourage and congratulate her. It makes me look forward to so many other occasions--sporting events, recitals, graduations, weddings--that they will get to celebrate with her.
Today's blessing was my husband's willingness and ability to comfort my fussy niece tonight while I nursed Ella. We stayed home with the kids so the rest of my family could go out, and my niece woke up the minute my brother and sister-in-law left. I don't think I had realized just how good he hadn't gotten with Ella. He definitely has the right touch!