A dear friend’s daughter just learned how to walk. Toddling around at 14 months old, she delights all of us present by delighting in her own abilities, grinning as she moves towards a formally unreachable toy, or stretching her eyes wide in surprise when she unexpectedly loses balance and plops onto her bottom.
We applaud when a child takes those first, halting steps, or uses the potty for the first time, or pronounces their first recognizable word. We profess astonishment when they sing their ABCs, recite their numbers or stumble over their first words on a page.
They’re learning, and growing, and the process may be a little imperfect, a little messy (think feeding themselves for the first time!), but these learning processes are usually celebrated with joy. We expect there to be mistakes, bumps along the road, otherwise how would they learn? And yet, when it comes to ourselves, as adults, we often take the opposite approach. [Read the full article]