I've watched my little guy as he's been learning the downs and ups of stairs. Yesterday morning he toppled from the top to the bottom. When Matthias hit the bottom I picked him up. I snuggled him in my arms and told him it would be okay. I hugged him and held him a little longer before I set him down.
I'm glad that when I fall there are people who swoop in and pick me up, tell me it will be okay and hold me a little longer.
Why do we call it the ups and downs of life? Why not the downs and ups and is the down when it's good or is good on the up?
Matthias down and up and down....