도담도담, dodamdodam, is how a small child grows when nothing goes wrong.
There is no achievement in the word. Nothing about being first, nothing about being ahead of anyone. It is for the plain fact of a child getting through the days unharmed, and it treats that as the thing worth wanting.
Say it out loud and it rocks. Do-dam-do-dam. Not one hard sound in it.
On the door frame there is a ladder of pencil marks with a date written beside each one. Most of them are a year apart and about this far.