If there's one thing I can honestly admire about my infant son, it's his ability to take one full in the face, and just keep on going. Don't get me wrong- sometimes he needs to cry a little bit first, sometimes he needs a little comfort-snuggle- but then he gets the hell over it and gets the hell on with it, bold and fearless as ever before, face-planting be-damned.
Most of us could all stand to be a little more like that, I think.
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