There’s something beautiful about the second child. With the first child, you spend the first year in a panic. Every phase feels like it will last forever. Until you look back and realize you blinked and it was over.
With the second child, you know that every phase, the good and the hard, is so fleeting. You pay more attention.
This week, I’m watching the excruciating process of learning how to grab. It makes me realize how much we take little things like this for granted. Watching her work so hard to master this new skill tries my patience and fills my heart. And watching her succeed?
There’s nothing that compares.