Luke stands with feet slightly wider than his shoulders looking at me. I move to the door and sit on my heels holding out my arms. A smile splits his face from ear to ear and a sparkle enters his eyes as he takes his first 3 steps.
I lift him while hooting and hollering and turn to show him triumphant to his father. Luke doesn’t giggle or move at all. I look down to find him smiling to himself. He looks up at me and gives me his public smile.
What does this have to do with kayaking? Nothing other than most everything we do is learned in baby steps and he is now 3 steps closer to kayaking.
Luke continues to refuse to walk for his father by falling down in gales of laughter. Now I am in on the joke too.