determination

I don't know if you can tell through our writings, but my wife and I are fairly optimistic people. We're hell bound and determined that we are going to do everything we can to give our sons a beautiful, happy and fulfilling life.

But of course with everything going on, sometimes we question our boundless optimism and wonder if it's misguided...and whether we're setting ourselves up for a big fall. When that happens, I remind myself of a habit Gommy has that involves his little tongue.

To preface, Dommy pants has been rolling all over the place and scooting forwards (army crawling). It's been fantastic to see. So now, in an effort to encourage him to move around, we'll put him on the floor and put his favorite toys (a toy remote and a toy laptop) nearby...close enough to where he can get to it, but far enough to where has to work for it.

Here's what happens when we do that. We'll hit one of the buttons so Dommy knows that it's there (it's normally out of his peripheral vision). He'll strain to look at it, and at look of recognition pops onto his face, and you can just see him thinking "oh...i'd really like to play with that". Then comes the best part. He sticks his little toungue out of the side of his mouth with fierce determination, flips over on to his belly and makes his way over.

Getting there isnt necessarily always pretty, but that little tongue...that little tongue and the look he has on his face while he's getting there is just awe inspiring. Him sticking that tongue out is basically him saying "giddy up y'all, it's time to go to work and i WILL NOT be denied"...which he never is.

This kid has grit. This kid has determination. This kid has an unyielding inner strength that's inspiring to watch. With that kind of fire in his belly, the sky is the absolute limit for my gommy.