Baby Steps Apr 2026

Leo pedaled. He stopped thinking about the "falling" and started feeling the "moving." By the time he reached the mailbox, his father’s hand was no longer on the seat. Leo was gliding. The wind, which had felt like a wall before, was now a cool hand against his face.

Leo took a breath, pushed off, and immediately wobbled. He squeezed the brakes so hard the bike jerked to a halt. He felt the familiar sting of frustration. "Again," his dad encouraged. Baby Steps

Leo wasn't. "Can’t I just keep the small wheels for one more week?" Leo pedaled

Every great journey, Leo realized, starts with the courage to be clumsy for those first few inches. Baby Steps