My son, who is now seven months old, is still learning how to sit up on his own. He’s making progress. I can set him on the floor now at a safe distance from the walls and any nearby furniture, and he teeters around, mostly maintaining his balance, gladly playing with his little cop car and other toy softies for a few minutes while I fold some clothes, or brush my teeth.

But eventually, he falls over and looks at me like now what? Sometimes he gets distracted long enough by the sound of birds through the open window, or the gentle waving shadows the blinds cast on the wall, to forget where he is “supposed to be” and just enjoys the moment. As long as he’s still in good sorts, I let him lay there for a few minutes, doing mini baby crunches as he tries to will himself back into a sitting position, until he gets fed up with this learning nonsense and lets me know it.

I’ll sit him back up and he’ll fall back down. I’ll step out of the room for a minute and when I come back, he’ll be lying on the floor again, looking up at the ceiling and then at me, annoyed it seems, that his efforts aren’t getting him where he wants to go.

I read somewhere recently that expectations are just planned disappointments. I’m beginning to think they might be right.

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