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First steps
Slow and steady we move,
we don't want to trip.
First we walked in the sand,
you smiled bright and toothless.
Second we walked in our home,
through the clutter of your toys.
Third we walked in bathroom,
all slippery, yet not falling.
And then, we were up,
standing and not wavering.
Now on your own,
you chase you dreams,
shaky and yet unshakable.