My God—what a scene it was in the middle of the living room that sunny afternoon! Little Baby Tommy had decided, with all the determination of a tiny emperor, that walking was absolutely NOT on today’s schedule. His mommy had been trying for nearly twenty minutes, waving toys, snacks, and even a sparkly rattle shaped like a star. But Tommy sat planted on the floor like a stubborn potato, bottom firmly glued, arms crossed, lower lip puffed out in dramatic protest.
Mommy tried everything. She did the cheerful voice. She did the gentle coaxing. She even demonstrated her best slow-motion walking, lifting each leg high like a parade horse. But Tommy was unmoved—literally. Instead, he made a squeaky sound that perfectly translated to: “Nope. Not happening.”
That’s when Mommy, exhausted but still determined, raised her hands to the ceiling and said, “Oh God, please! Help me get this child to take three tiny steps!”
And then—BOOM—in our imaginary storytelling world, God peeked down, just for a moment, and burst into a laugh so loud it rattled the picture frames.
Because what did He see? A mommy with her hair half falling out of her bun, socks mismatched, face shiny from effort, doing a goofy tiptoe dance around a giggling baby who absolutely refused to cooperate. She looked like a frazzled ballerina in a play directed by chaos itself.
“Oh dear,” God chuckled, shaking His head. “I give her a beautiful child and two strong legs, and she gets outwitted by someone who can’t even stand up yet!”
But there was no real anger—only that hilarious, affectionate exasperation every parent knows too well. So, just for fun, God sent a soft little breeze through the window. It lifted a tuft of Tommy’s hair and made him blink in surprise. Suddenly, he reached forward, curious. Mommy gasped, leaned in, and held out her hands.
And then—one tiny wobble…another tiny wobble…
Miraculously, one foot lifted. Then the other.
“MY GOD!” Mommy shouted again, but this time with joy bursting out of her like fireworks.
Tommy took three proud, wiggly steps straight into her arms, giggling the whole way. God, watching from above, shook with laughter and delight.
Because sometimes, the funniest, most chaotic moments turn into the sweetest victories—especially when a little baby decides that maybe, just maybe…walking isn’t so bad after all.
