I tried so hard to get Violet to walk to me tonight. She clutched the wall of her corral with one hand and reached for me. I was sitting on the floor, just a few feet away, doing my best to encourage her. She stared at her feet, as though wondering how to make them go, then at her hand holding on to the wall, then back to me. Over and over, her face neither happy nor sad, but thinking, working the situation out. One foot came up, and when it came down, so did the rest of her. I was disappointed and relieved. I want to see her take those steps, but the idea of her walking is terrifying, too.