Last Autumn, India and I worked on swinging. Feet in, body forward, ok... feet forward, body back... now.... ok, again... patience, patience, patience...
Progress, but not yet mastery.
Yesterday morning we walked to the playground, and she hopped on a swing and began pumping away, swinging smoothly into the air and quickly gaining altitude.
“Good job, India!” I shouted excitedly.
“I taught her that at Grandma’s house,” Malachi stated. You did not, I thought with self-righteous indignation.
“You did not!” India shouted with self-righteous indignation. “I figured it out by myself,” she ended triumphantly.
