I was with a 4 month old baby and his mom. She was educating me on how he has just started turning on his stomach and crawling.
He obviously found the crawling an activity worth huffing puffing and grunting…and yet every single time we tried stopping him from that, he was irritated and would wail.
I found it fascinating that “someone would want so desperately to work so hard”.
On a related note, I was laughing and telling his mom that “he obviously has no destination to reach and yet he seems so incredibly focussed on the journey”…and she cracked back matter of factly “the crawling is the bloody destination. He is going nowhere and yet going somewhere.”
Poetic.
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