Ah, the wonders of youth and age. My fifteen-month-old grandson is a ball of fire. I enjoy watching him as he learns to slide and climb at the playground. We play cars together on the floor, and when we have to stand, he gets up quicker than I do.
As I get older, the joints don’t engage as quickly as they used to. He, on the other hand, is on an improvement track—each day his motor skills and dexterity improve. It’s great to watch his positive change, and I realize that I’ll never be able to hop up as I used to. So what? He has no problem waiting for me to get going.