Once my 8-month-old grandson learned to crawl, his determination was incredible. Nothing was going to keep him from getting to his destination.
Each morning, just after waking up, he made a circuit around the living room’s perimeter, a veritable obstacle course. First, he inched under the coffee table, then maneuvered over a stack of pillows, crawled between the wall and an end table and finally ventured across the tiled floor on bare knees.
The obstacles slowed him but they never stopped him from moving forward.
While my grandmomma instinct was to help him when it looked too hard, his parents watched patiently, letting him struggle until he had moved through each barrier.
They didn’t move the coffee table or shove the pillows aside to make it easier. They smiled at his tenacity and if at any point he would have come against something impossible, they would have bent down to rescue.
Oh, for that trusting tenacity when there are obstacles.