First Steps

It has been a month since I was born into the Parker family. Let me tell you something, being a baby sucks, a lot. I mean breastfeeding and pooping in your diapers is embarrassing. Especially when you have a mind of a sixteen-year-old teen doing that, but I can't control it just happens on its own, it does!

Now, I love my parents a lot. Like a ton, but I feel like a real burden to them, to my mother especially. She had to move her work to our home so she can look after me. And let me tell you something, my mother is an angel in person. She would play with me, read me stories, make funny faces and hug me a lot.

While I was thinking about the stuff that happened to me, I felt it, something surged in my stomach, something painful. And all I could think was 'Shit'. Yes, I was hungry, so what would I do if I found my self in a situation like this, you ask? I would cry, very loudly.

And after a few moments, I heard rushing footsteps near the door of my room. When the doors opened my mother came in and took me in her arms. She smiled at me knowing I was hungry and immediately started feeding me. " Hahaha, my little Peter is hungry? Don't worry, mommy will feed you right away." She said gently with a sweet smile that just lights up my whole world. Ahh, this woman is an angel.

What can I say about my parents, instead of me being extremely lucky to have them? My father, Richard isn't around that often because of his work, but whenever he can he spends as much time possible with my mother and me.

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Another eight months passed and I finally had the strength in my baby legs to walk. Today is Sunday and both of my parents are at home. They are watching TV on the couch while they left me to play in my little play space that we have. I don't have anything to do because playing with toys at my age is not something interesting to do. So I moved to a position that lets me see the TV but if my parents look I would just be playing.

After a while, the movie ended and I had an idea. Why don't I start walking? I mean I think I got enough leg strength to walk so why not?.

I started to get on my legs, I succeded standing and that got my parents' attention.

"Look, Richard, little Peter is trying to walk!" My mother exclaimed getting closer to look.

"Mary, he is just standing there, it doesn't mean he is trying to walk." Richard reasoned.

"Yes it does, trust me, my intuition is telling me this." Replayed Mary

"Yes, yes"

Now that I got their attention I tried to take a step but fell on my butt. 'I guess this will take a couple of tries' I thought sitting on the floor with my baby arms crossed with a thoughtful look on my face, making me look super cute.

When my mother saw the pose I was in she couldn't take it any longer and just squealed and hugged the living Hell out of me.

"Ahh, you are just so cute Peter!!" She said rubbing her cheek against mine.

"Okay, Mary, please let him go. You will suffocate our son." Richard reasoned trying to pry Mary of me.

"Hehehe, but he is just so cute." My mother replied cheekily rubbing the back of her head.

I just giggled at her and stood up again. This time I made a step, albeit a bit sloppy. My parents seeing this took some distance between us and kneeled on the floor. I just took a few steps to get used to walking. I hadn't walked quite a long time after all. And after a few moments, I began to walk towards them. Seeing this they got ecstatic.

"Come on Peter, come to mama." Cooed my mother with her hands reached out for a hug.

"No, no, Peter come to papa." Said my father, his arms stretched out too, slightly pushing against my mother's arms.

"Richard if you dare to take this moment from me, I swear you will not see the bed for the rest of your life" My mom threatened.

Now, my dad would give in to my mother's demands when she gives him the look that promised a hundred years of hellish pain, but not this time. He then said "Mary, my dear, these are my son's first steps. My sleep is something I am willing to sacrifice if it means my son going to me first." My dad said with a face full of resolution and determination, like a warrior going into battle determine to get out alive.

When my mother saw that, to say the least, she was shocked. The strategy that consisted of threatening my dad with her look didn't work for the first time in years, but that didn't waver her determination, she decided that her son will come to her, and her husband sure as hell will not take that away from her. 'Huh, I get it, he thinks that he will be able to stop me from getting my son's first steps hug. Hehe we will see about that'

When I was walking towards them I was watching their antics and just giggled at the sight while trying to keep my huge head in check from ruining my balance. When they saw me getting closer, their determination to get the first steps hug soared ever so higher, like their lives were on the line. I just giggled more, with my cute baby giggle. I was walking and I went into the arms of my mother. 'Sorry dad, but mother did sacrifice more of her time for me, and she took care of me this whole time so she wins.' I thought.

"Hehe, that is my little Peter. Hahaha, I win Richard, it seems our son loves me more" My mother hugged me tightly rubbing her soft cheek against mine while laughing at my dad.

"Nooo, Peter my cute little son, you betrayed your dad." Screamed my father in horror as he saw the scene. It seemed as he lost something precious while my mother laughed even more.

I decided to have a little more fun and said my first words "Mama!" While putting my small arms around her neck, hugging her.

When my mom heard that, she stopped laughing, and hugged me tighter saying "Even his first word is mama! Peter, I love you!!" She exclaimed.

When my father heard that, like he lost his entire reason to live, he fell on his knees with his head down, tears streaming down his face. Seeing that I felt bad then went to hug him while saying "Dada, dada" He looked up to me, life returning to his eyes. He hugged me tightly saying "I knew you loved me, Peter, hahaha"

There are moments like these I want to remember my whole life. But to be able to have something like this, I have to be strong. stronger than I thought at first.