I think parenthood is one of the scariest things a person can undertake. After all, you are responsible for a person’s life. How do you ensure that they’ll grow up to be good and healthy? Not to mention smart, stylish, and say “please” and “thank you”.
One of the biggest mistakes a parent can make is comparing their little one to others. Especially after a visit at the doctor’s for a check-up. Is he heavy enough? Is he long enough? What percentile are they in? Shouldn’t he have teeth by now? Why isn’t he crawling yet? It’s even worse if your friends and relatives have kids too. Oh, Joe was walking at seven months. Brittany took to her sippy cup at three months. Taylor was doing trig proofs at four. It makes you want to go postal.
I guess it’s inevitable though. Parents want to prove that they are raising a superchild. Humans have a pathological need for one-upmanship. Even for bowel movements. Oh, Petey’s poo used to completely fill his diaper, go up his back and get onto the wall! Cute.
Well, my son isn’t in the 90th percentile for his age group. He isn’t shattering any records. He hasn’t set any early milestones. Am I worried? Nah. He smiles when he sees me. He eats his food without any fuss. He sleeps through the night. That’s good enough for me.