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Mom's just gotta have faith

Picture this: Friday afternoon playgroup, our house.

10 parents, 10 babies, ranging in age from 4 -13 months.



The door bell rings intermittently, with parents/babies arriving.



I leave Margo on a pillow, playing with a toy, to answer the door.


When I re-enter the room, much to my surprise, Margo is sitting up, looking around. Not propped, not being held. Simply sitting there as though she's been doing it all her life.


I spurt "ummm, she doesn't know how to sit." The mom closest to her (who had been the one to sit her up), responds "Oh? She's doing a pretty fine job of it."


Just then, Margo tilts to one side, and is caught by the mom, who puts the pillow behind her.

Margo looks at me and smiles. Apparently I just have to believe.


She was happy to sit up today quite a few times, sometimes for as long as a few minutes. Amazing.
Here she is, playing with her new farm from Auntie Laurie and Uncle Dan (a Christmas gift given, I think, so that she can remember her roots. She really likes it - thanks guys)
- Donna










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