Those first steps are pretty amazing, aren’t they?
One minute, they’re standing, wobbling precariously. The next they’re putting that first tentative foot forward, frowning with the difficulty of it all. And then, suddenly?
They thrust their arms up in the air and smile crazily as they take off, racing forward toward toddlerhood.
Have you ever wondered what happens to give them that push? How they get brave enough to put their feet in motion and give up their horizontal status forever?
After all, it is a tremendous leap of faith.
I like to think they have help. That they’re not taking those first steps alone.
When they thrust those chubby arms up in the air? I like to believe it’s because a spirit is taking their hands.
Maybe our loved ones, the ones who have already passed, are gathered around our little fledglings, urging them on with ghostly coos and besotted smiles.
Maybe Tori’s great grandmother laughed with her as she took her first two-legged jaunt across the family room floor.
Maybe her great grandfather cheered her on from the corner.
Maybe she has a whole host of guardian angels protecting her as she trots clumsily across the yard, tripping over her pretty white shoes.