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She saw him try to get up out of the corner of her eye. He had been doing that lately trying to walk. He struggled and finally stood up holding on to the chair. She did not help him this time. He needed to do it by himself. The question was “Will he try?”
He took off one hand from the chair. She was still pretending to not pay attention, because she knew he would stop trying if she would. His feet turned toward her and then his body, as he let go of the other hand and finally he was standing without any support.
Somehow she knew that today was the day, she thought, though she had a small niggling doubt as to would he. He took half a slow unsure step, and she turned toward him, inviting him to move toward her. He smiled his big goofy grin in response. He took another wobbly step, and she waited with baited breath for him to steady himself.
Finally he took the third step and closed the gap between them. She hugged him tight with happy tears in her eyes. With his first steps the page had turned unveiling a new chapter in the book of Motherhood.