A few weeks went by and he began to simultaneously lift both feet slightly off the ground.
A couple of weeks ago, he began to climb on furniture and jump off, but only while holding my hand. He would climb on the sofa or onto a step and call me "Wanna hold my hand?" Once he tightly gripped my hand, he jumped off with sheer joy.
This afternoon, as I sat in my rocking chair holding my baby girl, I marveled at how far he has come in such a short amount of time. There he was, climbing onto the ottoman and leaping a few feet away all by himself. He rolled on the carpet giggling all the way and ran back to do it all over again.
Then it hit me. This was a lesson on the power of PRACTICE. My son did not give up on jumping just because it was hard, or because someone jumped better than him, or because he fell a few times. He wanted to jump, so he continued to practice. He found a hand to hold when he couldn't make it alone and his persistence paid off.
I am so proud of my son for accomplishing his goal.
I just hope I can keep up with him!
Whatever you are trying to be successful at, I just want to encourage you to persevere! Don't be intimidated by others' performance. Rather, reach out for a hand to hold when you feel unsure. Before you know it, you will be doing that thing with confidence.