Last week was so beautiful out we had no choice but to hit the park. It was a little crowded so we found a spot in the field and Sam took off running. His squeals of delight were soon followed by tumbles to the ground, no matter, he just pushed himself back up and kept going for more. Soon we had a game made of it, Sam running with his hands held high and me not far behind juggling a camera and sippy cup while trying to catch each fall. I realize that I may not be there for every tumble and I guess part of me doesn't want to be. I want to raise a strong independent person who lives with his hands stretched out taking each tumble with courage.
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