Sometimes, my son crawls forward while Crying. It is very interesting to me, because it looks so unnatural. He’ll Crawl through a row of chairs, or behind something, and he doesn’t stop, he just goes through it as he cries.
To be honest, I Hope that he continues this for the rest of his life. I have always thought that one of my biggest problems is that I when someone or something stops me, I give up to easy. But not my one-year-old (that’s the first time I’ve referred to him as that and it’s fucking weird), he just powers through it, no matter how difficult or miserable he is.
He gets himself stuck behind things, and I often find him having trapped himself in places, and it pisses him off, and it scares him, but it never deters him. I cannot imagine having that type of persistence.
It is amazing how difficult it can be to distract from something that he wants as well. If he wants the remotes to the TV, or something that I’m eating, there is no distracting him. It doesn’t matter if I turn on the TV to something he likes, or if I activate one of his toys, he will make his little grunts as he reaches for whatever I am keeping from him, and eventually he’ll just start crying in anger.
My life is pretty good in a lot of ways, but if I could be more like him, I am pretty sure that I would have a lot more success and satisfaction in life. Luckily, a bit part of my satisfaction in life is based on his happiness, and success (I define success as being a combination of happy, healthy, and a good person overall—if you have those three things going what else do you need?), and it appears as if I don’t have much to worry about in that department.
He’s one, and I know that expecting this attitude to continue for any significant amount of time is unlikely, but I hope he does, and for the moment I’m inspired to follow in his footsteps.
(I do try not to get too cliche in talking about him, not wanting non-parent readers to shut off when they hear “when you’re a parent everything changes…” but here are two things about that, first; there is a reason why cliches are cliches, and secondly; I wasn’t too impressed with life before he came into mine, so if you don’t have kids and you are happy, don’t listen to anything a parent is telling you.)
