I’ve had some disappointments lately. It all comes from trying to grow, however.
It has been too long since I was a toddler learning to walk. I have forgotten how to fall down. More importantly, I’ve forgotten how to get right back up. That is the important thing, right? Not that you fell, but that you bounced right back up and took the next step. So I can learn a thing or two by watching a baby take those first steps.
What does a baby know when he steps out those first few times? He knows he wants to get from point A to point B, and those two little feet can take him there quicker than crawling.
He doesn’t know the coffee table might block his path. He doesn’t know that the cat might trip him up. Or that his big brother might reach out a hand and knock him backwards onto his little Huggies. Nope, the prospect of getting across the room to reach those Lego blocks is all the incentive he needs to set out.
So I need to focus on getting to the gold ring across the room, too, and to stop worrying about bumping my head on the coffee table, or landing on my Huggies. No one said my journey was going to be bruise free anyway.
After I get across the room, I’m setting these two little feet on a path clear across the country. Hoping for the Today Show, but I’ll take the local morning show in McAllen if they ask. I’m going to reach out to the hotshot president and also email the assistant producer, too. Baby steps might just turn into giant leaps, after all. I’ll never know unless I pull up, and start walking.
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