Two days ago, Kaetana started walking. Out of the blue, absolutely no warning. Now I'm sitting here watching her walk around the living room, stopping to pick things up and play, and I'm thrown in to this whirlwind of emotion. My baby isn't so much a baby anymore and it's a strange mix of panic, pride, sadness and elation going through me all at once. She'll be 1 in a few short weeks and I'm feeling a little lost as I venture in to this new stage of her life; from baby, to toddler. She's a little person these days with likes and dislikes, opinions on things, and a fierce attitude. She's beautiful and amazing and the smartest child ever (I'm convinced.)I know this will happen again and again in my/her lifetime, and I doubt it will ever get any easier. This is the cross I bear as a mother, I suppose. I just need to get used to it.