Enjoy the journey, little one.
My youngest son is now six weeks old. He’s simultaneously mellow, unflappable by most outside circumstance, and determined.
Where his older brother once preferred melting into skin-to-skin time, Littler J struggles and strains to build his muscles. He has things to do and places to be. “Don’t be in such a hurry!” his doctor told him as he fought to push onto all fours today.
I often tell him the same thing. “It’s not about how quickly you get there, little one. It’s about how much you enjoy the journey.”