I think one of the things we forget as adults is how many people are involved in critical elements of our development as children.
Call it “it takes a village to raise a child,” but the other day I was watching Gianni learning to walk across the kitchen floor, holding the hands of our nanny.
Years down the road, perhaps well after the Nanny moves on (though we love her and hopes she stays for a while), she probably won’t even know or be told of the role that the Nanny played in helping her learn how to walk.
And that’s just one of hundreds of people.
Some hold her.
Some laugh with her.
Some teach her new words.
And we all benefited from people, many of whom are long gone, who did the same for us.
