The whole living room is a stage. You sit and look at your little one while it tries to pull itself up to a standing position at the coffee table. In the end, it works. Wobbly, your child is trying to find the balance. Stretches the leg, tests, releases the grip with one hand. Loses balance and the arm goes up in an arc back to the table. Finds the balance again. Bend at the knees and stretch the leg once more. Releases the table. And as true as it is, your child goes, all by himself. Almost dancing. Look there, now you can go. Always keep dancing through life.