First step without crutches:
Seven months.
Ugly.
Shaky.
Beautiful.
Physical therapist said:
“Don’t clap.”
I nearly exploded.
Why not?
Because Ethan hated being watched.
So I sat.
He took six steps.
Then:
“Dad.”
“Yes?”
“You can clap now.”
I stood and applauded like an idiot.
He laughed.
Soccer came later.
Not competitive immediately.
He kicked a ball at ten months.
Stopped.
Looked at me.
I waited.
Then he kicked again.
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