I am not a particularly patient person. This is most evident in my driving habits. I like to say that I am an energetic driver, but it is clear that I generally am impatient and too eager to get to my destination in the most efficient and fastest way possible. My impatience is also evident in my unwillingness to endure long plateaus in new hobbies or acquiring new skills. I am not big on persevering if progress doesn’t come pretty quickly.
Recently, I have been confronted with an example of patience and perseverance that is making me reevaluate my own predisposition for impatience: my grandson. He was born on October 18th and I have seen him about every two weeks since his birth.
The thing that has really made an impression on me is how much time it takes for a baby to develop various physical capabilities. Other animals can ambulate almost immediately. Our family watched an Icelandic horse give birth to a foal that was up and walking within minutes! Baby birds start to fly around two weeks – is that crazy or what?
My grandson, Oliver, whom I love dearly, just recently found his feet at five months. He is capable of flinging his arms and kicking his feet quite energetically, but he is just now learning how to control his hands to bring objects up to his mouth for exploration. He can roll over, but not back yet. Crawling is months away and when he finally walks, at about a year, he will ‘toddle’ like a drunken sailor for another year.
Human babies are incredibly slow developing in the realm of physical capabilities. They are literally helpless for years! But something very profound and amazing is going on behind the scenes during all that time. That big human brain is gobbling up much of the energy provided by its caregivers and creating a basis for incredibly complex activities in the future.
And despite the apparent frustratingly slow progress on the physical front, Oliver is undeterred. He tries again and again to make different movements or explore different sounds or try different facial expressions. He learns how to smile and laugh and emit shrieks of glee or frustration or discomfort.
As it slowly dawns on him that his parents and others around him have amazing freedom of movement and speech, he recommits himself each day to emulating them. His determination, and yes, his patience, are laudable. He will not leap up and walk right away, nor will he make an intelligible sound for some time. But he works on it, making slow but steady progress.
Maybe I need to be more like Oliver. I need to be willing to keep plugging away at the things I become interested in. I need to persevere. And maybe, like Oliver, I will find that some amazing things are going on behind the scenes when I persevere and be very happy with the long term result.