Watched a toddler climb a steep-ish grassy slope today. Looking up at the mother waiting for him at the top, initially with bold carefree steps, then more hesitant as the slope became steeper. Went too fast, did an awkward sideways cartwheel and face-planted. Sat there for a little bit, looking up. Got up and continued with caution. Towards the top he started crawling because it was so steep.
He made it.
Life doesn’t change much from 2 to 22. And chances are I will feel the same way at 33. Gives me hope.
