As I, the worried mother, sit and watches K, the ten month old, holding on to the chair while he watches his brother play across the room. As the little guy inches closer to his brother while holding on to the chair he smiles and lets go of the chair. He takes three steps without any help then falls face first. Mommy just sits and waits for the scream, instead she gets a big smile as he crawls after his brother.
Ten minutes later later the little guy tries again. He pulls himself up on the couch and waits for Da Da to pick him up, when Da Da walks by he lets go of the couch and takes four steps without assistance. This time Da Da caught him before he hit the floor, but K still looks up with a big smile of look what I can do.
This continued all evening. I can say I am not ready for this step, but it doesn't matter what I am ready for. It is all about what K is ready to do.