It’s time for a Tell the Truth Tuesday, though a little more serious than the last one, about a lesson learned and hopefully not forgotten.
There was this mother up here I was jealous of. First of all, she’s hot – she looks great. She’s smart – a microbiologist and getting published in textbooks. She’s active, hiking and biking with her son all the time. But the real kicker was her son, who is a little younger than Wee One.
He was walking really early.
I would look at her pictures and videos on Facebook and think I was doing everything wrong. ‘I should do x, y, and z more. It’s not good that Wee One isn’t walking – I should do…something.’
On Mother’s Day, Wee One first walked independently, and now that it’s passed, I feel ridiculous for feeling anxious that she took her time. It wasn’t even super late! It just seemed like every other baby was walking before her.
I hope this is a lesson that stays with me in the days to come. Wee One is a child of me and Cohiba – she will do things when she is damn good and ready; at her own pace. The joy on her face when she walks makes my heart soar; I wish I could express delight like that. I think that’s part of the beauty of little people, that they’re so honest. Not that she’s walking, I look at it and see what a big deal it *isn’t.*
Moreover, this is not the last time our child is going to do things in her own time, and I need to practice acceptance of her. Imagine if I put pressure on her to do things like this, which I know some parents do! I would hate reflecting my own shame onto her: She is exactly as she should be.
So, the next time I feel jealous in a situation like this, I hope I remember my feeling right now, embarrassed, like I’m standing on a mountain with my pants down.
Have other parents experienced this?