waiting for my delayed flight in San Antonio i observed the most inspiring little person.
red pants and a baseball shirt- a foot and a half of energy sped up and down the rows
tiny little feet barely covering more than an inch or two with each swift step- then splat
flat on his face, arms spread, his whole body flew to the ground
expecting tears i held my breath and watched
unphased, as fast as he hit the ground he was up, one little red leg following the other in fast secession, smile as wide as before, head held high, so proud of his ability to move through the world
falling isn't failure- it is part of learning how to move