Eventually we are weaned from the breast. Eventually we have no need for the bottle, the pacifier. Eventually our crawl walks itself out. Eventually our babbling gives way to words. The goal is always to grow up. The goal is to mature. The goal is to start thinking for ourselves. "Grow up" isn't always an insulting phrase but rather an accurate expectation of our capabilities. I'm looking forward to growing up. I'm respecting the maturation process. All of life is growth, mind, body, and soul. When that stops, it's called death.