My son took his first steps tonight (sniffle, smile, sniffle, smile), which put me in a contemplative mood.
He stumbled, leaned too far forward to keep his balance, tried to go too fast, and needed his dad and me to be there to catch him. He went back and forth, back and forth, his face a smile, our excitement contagious. We all clapped, we all laughed, we all cheered. I wish I could bottle those five minutes and drink it up every day.
Isn't this how we all are throughout life?
We try something new, a career, marriage, a baby!, a friendship, opening our hearts, forgiving someone, embracing who we are.
It is hard. We stumble, we try too hard, we go too fast, but we keep trying. If we don't, we never learn to walk on our own, with our own confidence, our own faith, our own destiny.
We need others to catch us and stand us back up. Without our cheering sections, our successes are mere footnotes rather than headlines.
May we all take the steps that allow us to grow, but more importantly, may we applaud each other's efforts, even calling for an encore.
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I guess, we also need to be more like a child--not worrying about failure, how silly we look, what others think--and just start walking!
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