An infant is a seed. Is it an oak seed or a cabbage seed? Who knows. All mothers think their children are oaks, but the world never lacks for cabbages.
And why should it not be terrifying? A little terror, in my view, is good for the soul, when it is terror in the face of a noble object.
You'll go far. How do I know? Because life is goosing you so hard you'll never stop climbing.
