And it couldn't be any cuter.
Oliver started to try and walk at 8 months old, and now at 10 months is really gotten it down pat. He's not so good with getting up on his own (still uses furniture a lot of the time) but he's cruising around and bravely walking without holding on.
My goodness is he proud. The grin the boy wears as he trots like a monkey cannot be replicated. He gets up on his little fat feet, raises his hands in the air and GOES!
As I watch him, I am just in awe. This little dude is a BABY and yet, he is so fixedly determined that it takes my breath away. Nothing can deter him. NOTHING. He falls down, he gets up again. He bonks his brains, (he does that a lot) he cries, I cuddle and he's off again. He runs into obstacles and SCREAMS at them until his loving parents/brothers move him or it so he is free to move again.
He goes and goes and goes.
Isn't it amazing?
It has renewed my faith. I know, weird, right? But it's true. Jesus asked that we become as little children. Not in the "fit throwing, pants pooping" way but in the "innocent, believing, meek" way. And watching my little man tramp all over has reminded me WHY. Oliver doesn't ever think, "I can't do this." or "It's too hard." He just tries over and over and over again. Never does he declare that he's done, that he'd prefer to be a quadruped for the rest of eternity. Nope. It has never once occurred to him that learning to walk might not be worth it. Oliver is not afraid to work for what he wants.
I need to learn how to walk all over again. I need to be more determined, more fixed on my goals. It is worth it. It's ALWAYS worth it.