Sometimes you can't help it. Sometimes you do it without realizing it.
You compare your child to someone's child.
I did this yesterday while having a play date with my friend. Her daughter, who not only shares the same name as mine, has the same birthday as Miss Roo. I was blown away by how much my friend's daughter talks. She can even say "please" and "thank you." Which is something I've been trying to teach Roo for weeks (she's mastered thank you, just no pleases yet).
After the shock of such a talkative toddler wore off, I began to feel guilty. Why in the world was I comparing her development with my daughter's? I even questioned my parenting ability. Was I not reading the dictionary enough? Was this the effect of too much Spongebob Squarepants?
I've always been a believer of the theory that each child is different and each child develops at different rates. I've never really cared if one child was slower or faster than another. I've only cared that children are loved.
My theory was that when a child was ready to wean, sleep through the night, talk or walk they would. I've had first hand experience with this and Roo. While all of my friends were triumphant that their precious babies were sleeping through the night at 6 weeks, I was wide awake every night with a night-waking, disco dancing baby. Roo learned to sleep through the night on her own, with no pressure from me.
So after the guilt wore off, I ignored the fact that my friend's child was a jibber-jabber and just enjoyed the play date.
Miss Roo will bust out with the "pleases" whenever she pleases. She will develop just fine and when she's ready to take on the world, she will. And you'll find me in the corner applauding her efforts, encouraging her and cheering her on.
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