The Race was Never the Point...
by Manoj R. Kodachwad About a year and a half ago, I became the father of a beautiful baby girl. Since then, every day with her has felt magical in its own way. Time seems to move differently now, faster somehow. She is growing up quicker than I can fully take in, and I often find myself wishing I could pause these little moments just a little longer. Whenever people meet us, one of the first questions they ask is, “How old is she?” At first, I thought it was simple curiosity. Over time, I realised the question often led somewhere else. Soon the stories would follow: "My baby started walking at 11 months." "Ours began crawling at just 6 months." "She started speaking before she turned one." "My baby eats everything on her own already." And just like that, parenting quietly turns into a race nobody officially signed up for. For a while, I found myself paying attention to these timelines. Not because I wanted to compete, but because comparis...