Teaching my son to crawl
Do you know how I taught my son to crawl? Not be telling him to crawl! First, I tried crawling so he would follow me. He would wiggle and rock back and forth, wanting to follow but unable to launch himself forward.
At the time, during the sweltering heat of a Dallas summer, we had been invaded by many unloved crickets. After gently apprehending one of our visitors, I strategically posed one of the pulsating creatures mere inches beyond the reach of my son’s trembling fingers. Fascinated as the cricket skipped away, my son’s arms and legs discovered a rhythm previously unknown and off my son set in pursuit of what would soon become his prey.
Andrew had began his crawl towards becoming the man of whom I am proud today.