The Other day while Wyatt and I were at the fair we took a stroll around the grounds.
And we happened upon a puddle so we had to play in it…
Now this puddle was at the bottom of these stairs… Wyatt had yet to learn how to go up stairs with out holding on the railing and when he started to go up them like a “big boy” my heart stopped out of pride but also out of fear… Was he going to fall? I thought
But I couldn’t stop him because I was worried I knew that he need to figure out one way or another how to do things like this on his own.
So I watched as he slowly took these steps up the stairs.
He made it all the way up with out holding on but coming down was a little trickier.
As he came down I didn’t say one word I wanted to see if he would try it again…
Slowly but surly…
grabbing on when he knew he needed too..
stopping in between to play in the puddle…
And when he felt like he was done he walked away with
such an air of accomplishment.
I haven’t been more proud of him as I was that day.
he is officially a
When did that happen?
“The person determined to achieve maximum success learns the principle that progress is made one step at a time. A house is built one brick at a time. Football games are won a play at a time. A department store grows bigger one customer at a time. Every big accomplishment is a series of little accomplishments.”
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