One Step

I play with her, intentionally, and soon she gets it. Mom stands me up, lets go, and is delighted when I move towards her. Falling forward turns into stumbling turns into a grin and steps. One, then two...then three...really? Over and over again this game is played. This dance of independence that I am encouraging her, drawing her into. This is good. This is right. I will show you the way...and then let go.