Ever pay attention to the way a child walks for the first
time?
His legs so far apart, knees buckling uncontrollably, struggling
to keep his arms by his sides, stomach out, eyes sneaking looks at his chubby
feet with both fear and amazement, moving both cautiously and quickly, trying
so hard not to fall.
It truly is a beautiful sight.
As he takes another step forward, his knees unexpectedly
lock. He loses his balance, frantically moves his arms forward to keep himself
from falling backward, then, miraculously manages to unlock his knees.
He falls gracelessly into a familiar crawling position, his
chubby hands and feet cushion his landing. He isn’t hurt. He doesn’t cry. He opens
his mouth into a wide, toothless grin. His eyes shimmer in glee. He laughs.
Innocent.
Amazed.
Happy.
A true moment of self-discovery.
His astonishment.
His struggle.
His joy.
For the first time it was something of his own.
