
Lately, when Baby comes to my office and approaches my chair, I swivel around and wait. I don’t lean down or lift her. I press those eager hands of mine across my belly as I coo and encourage her, telling Baby it’s alright to jump up… if she wants. And then I wait.
At first when I tried this, Baby made churring noises as she prowled in circles around my chair. But I am patient. One circle, two, sometimes three. A trip over to the window and back, I simply awaited her pleasure. Back near my feet once again, she measured the distance and leapt into my lap.
How wonderful, I realized as she purred, that I let her know my interest and let her choose. Now she comes to me freely and we both win.
Baby has started taking new risks: jumping into my lap in our dining room, or the living room couch, and in my big reading chair.
Before I knew it, she had jumped up onto my lap for seven days in a row, sometimes more than once a day… But then again, who’s counting?
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