It seems like maturity comes in spurts. Today, Sully asked me to help wash his hands after they were sticky from an apple. He sat and ate stir fry nicely at the table, spilling almost none of it. He asked to go to bed at bedtime. He even requested a potty trip when he had to pee. He didn’t actually pee, but we’re not there yet, he’s only two.
I’ve heard about the whoosh effect before, mostly in relation to weight loss. It will seem like you’re stalling, but if you keep up the pressure and daily activity toward your goal, all of the sudden, you make a huge stride ask in a short time. It feels like a pile up of good fortune, but it’s really just the fruit of your consistent labor.