Tiny Baby Ricky was full of energy—but today, that energy turned into frustration. It was time for him to learn how to walk properly, and his mom had decided the lesson would begin right after sunrise.
The grass was still damp with morning dew as Ricky stood on wobbly feet, eyes wide, looking toward his mom who stood just a few steps away. She gently called to him with a soft sound and stretched out her hand, encouraging him to come.
But Ricky wasn’t ready.
He let out a loud cry, stomping his feet in place, too afraid to take that first step. His little hands waved in the air, begging his mom to come closer instead. She didn’t move—she only watched patiently, giving him time to be brave.
Ricky cried again, louder this time. His voice echoed through the yard. Other monkeys peeked out of curiosity, but mom remained calm. She knew this moment mattered.
Then, something changed. Ricky shifted his tiny feet forward, slowly—one shaky step, then another. His crying softened into little whimpers as he realized he was doing it. He was walking—following his mother just like she wanted.
Step by step, he crossed the short distance and collapsed gently into her arms. She cuddled him tightly, grooming his head and kissing his cheek. Ricky clung to her neck, crying softer now—not in fear, but in relief.
This was a big step for a little baby, both in movement and in trust.
Mom didn’t just teach Ricky to walk. She taught him courage, patience, and how to believe in himself. And though he cried loudly at first, his tears were part of growing up.
