My word accompaniment:
Henry did not understand what the fuss was about. All the talk about stepping stones and milestones. He'd learned to talk when he had to. To tie his shoes when he needed to. To use deodorant when he was asked to. He tried wine coolers, a pipe, posed for a driver's license photo and volunteered to bring meals to the elderly. His appendix was removed. He quit smoking and started again. He broke hearts, and nursed his own. He tasted the salt of the ocean and his own tears.
He did things. Without fussing, he grew up.
* Image, "the moustaches chased him zealously", borrowed from the talented Marc Johns.