Just a random thought–
I think it’s safe to say that almost all mamas rejoice when their child succeeds. We wait with baited breath for our children to hit their milestones. We cheer when they sleep through the night or learn to laugh.
My child is perfect. She is beautiful and funny. I love her. She is also a glorified blob right now. She has no desire to roll over. She wants to, but can’t sit up yet. She’s more “verbal” than “kinetic” and she’s a serious kid. She’s not a huge laugher. She’s a little behind the curve than kids her own age.
She’s also only 4 1/2 months old.
But I confess– I worry sometimes. I worry if I am teaching her wrong. Am I missing some essential game to teach her? Does she not get enough tummy time? What am I missing? In the back of my mind I hope I’m not failing her in some way. Because we as women silently compare ourselves as mommies.
Maybe it’s best that I’m learning this way. I am learning now that all I can do is my best and let my kid do things at her own pace. If I had a kid that was doing everything advanced, I’d be tempted to think that I was a contributor in some way. I’d brag on my child, thinking, “I’m not too bad at this motherhood thing.”
Because, let’s face it, we all rate our success based on our child’s progress. I’m not saying it’s right, but it happens. Those who have children who have struggled bit know exactly what I’m saying.
I’m trying to learn this lesson now. I am not a bad mom. I am not a failure. I have a healthy and happy girl. She will learn on her own, and I will do my best to help her.
Does anyone else struggle with the comparing issue?