On The Ministry of Silly Walks

by Doug

Just a quick entry this week, as I really wanted to make sure this moment was recorded for posterity.

Now, it's been pretty well established that Brady likes to march to the beat of her own drum. This march can tend to be slow, as she just likes to go at her own pace (much to my "oh for--just go faster!" annoyance). Hell, we will drop her off at school, and watch her take a full minute to go the 30-40 paces to get into the school building.

What can I say? The girl just likes to take her time.

Anyway, this particular morning, both Stacey and I watched Brady with particular wonder. We drop her off at school, as usual. We tell her that the first bell has already rung, and she needs to hurry before the second bell rings and she'll be officially late.

"Okay!"

So, she walks out, and as usual, it's at her own pace.

But what a walk.

Stacey and I watch, as our brightly colored daughter (yellow sundress, purple tights, silver shoes. Keep in mind it's still winter 'round here) goes into this beautiful Monty Python-esque Silly Walk.

(No, I haven't introduced her to Monty Python. Yet.)

It really is hard to describe. But there she was: skipping, duck walking, hop/skipping backwards, and so on. Eventually the bright mish-mash of color made it into school (on time), leaving her parents slack-jawed and laughing.

I mean, it's not too often you see someone moving along to her own theme song, blissfully not caring what anyone thought. She was happy. I mean really, really happy. And it's funny when in this day and age, when you have people so concerned about others think of them (and therefore supressing all kinds of things that would be considered "weird"), Brady just doesn't care.

She's just happy. And that's exactly what we want her to be.

I just wish I recorded that on video, because it was really a sight to behold.