Tiny Titas had never known how big the world felt until that morning. The sun spilled softly across the floor, warming his fur and filling his curious eyes with courage. Mom knelt nearby, whispering gentle encouragement while holding her breath. Today was different. Today Titas wanted to walk.
His legs trembled as he pushed himself up, wobbling like a leaf in the breeze. One tiny step. Then another. His arms flew wide, flapping for balance, and his face glowed with pride and confusion all at once. Mom smiled, recording every second, afraid to blink and miss the miracle.
Suddenly, excitement took over. Titas squeaked, took a bold lunge forward, and laughed in his own baby way. That laugh turned into surprise when his body forgot one important rule. Plop. A messy accident landed behind him, and for a heartbeat, the world froze.
Titas stopped, looked back, and gasped. His eyes widened, unsure whether to cry or run. Mom rushed in, scooping him up with soft laughter and kisses, telling him everything was okay. To Titas, it felt like a small disaster. To Mom, it was proof he was growing.
Wrapped in clean cloth and comfort, Titas clung tightly, his heart still racing. Moments later, he tried again, stepping forward with new confidence, as if nothing had happened. Failure didn’t scare him. It taught him.
That silly moment became unforgettable. Not because of the mess, but because it marked the day Titas chose bravery over fear. His first steps were clumsy, funny, and imperfect, yet filled with pure determination. In Mom’s arms, he learned something important. Growing up isn’t about staying clean. It’s about trying again, even when you fall, and trusting love will always catch you. Every step forward begins with courage, patience, laughter, care, warmth, safety, hope, and love.
