So a couple of weeks ago, we had Wee Bot, Baby Girl, and Little D (collectively known as Chaos) at my parents’ place for our family Sunday lunch. I might pause here to mention how far in life my parents have come. A decade ago, and this Chaos would have made my Dad’s head explode. The shockwave would have been enough to level the house. Indeed, the last ten years have been good for that man’s patience, and my mom has longed for a little girl in the family. The children, Chaos, have been going through at least one large package of popsicles each weekend.
Mom’s been really excited about the girls. Baby Girl has let us know that she’s looking forward to learning more about guns but hadn’t really shown much interest beyond that until that Sunday. While I was sitting on the couch with her watching Sponge Bob, I felt her little hand tug at the back of my holstered pistol. I grabbed her hand and told her to never touch someone’s gun without permission.
“Well,” she asked, “can I see it?” I told her that she absolutely could see it. I unholstered my pistol, explaining how I was keeping it pointed in a safe direction and keeping my finger off the trigger as I performed these actions. I dropped the magazine and locked the slide back, and placed the ejected round on the coffee table next to the mag.
I showed her that the mag well was empty as was the chamber. As she handled my M&P, I physically kept the muzzle pointed in a safe direction and noted that she needed to be careful about that. I also physically moved her finger out of the trigger guard and placed it on the side of the frame. It didn’t take but a couple of these gentle corrections before she was doing it on her own.
She wanted to know how it worked, so I showed her how to rack the slide. She dry fired it a few times, and easily racked the slide on the M&P45c in between. I have known adults that had a hard time racking a pistol slide when they are new to them, but it wasn’t giving Baby Girl any trouble at all. She was asking more questions about the mechanics of the pistol, so I flipped the takedown lever and popped the slide off. This produced a giggle from her.
Within a few minutes, she was field stripping and reassembling my pistol, keeping her finger off the trigger and keeping it pointed in a safe direction. She asked if she could put the magazine in. I told her that she could, but not right now. That would have to wait for another day, when we could be at the range. At this point I was pretty excited, with her showing a new eagerness to actually shoot. Knowing Baby Girl like I do, I fully expected her to shoot my polymer .45, reload and do it again once we could get to the range. Needless to say, I was excited to help her get there!