Moms LOVE to compare children among each other. It’s a sport for many. I find this nauseating and try not to participate in this shocking practice. I know I fail at it.
Minutes – no seconds – after Reed was born I was demanding to know his score. I was told he got a 9. Because so many babies under achieve on this test, it’s given twice. I’m happy about this because, although 9 is a solid score, there is still room for improvement. He scored a 9 on the second test as well. My doctor assured me that they only get a 10 if they walk themselves into the nursery and introduce themselves. I resigned to be content with the score of 9. A 9, after all, is good enough to get you into the “gifted” section of the newborn nursery.
|Reed at 2 months. Well, almost three. He's a genius!|
Moms also like to evaluate each other’s baby’s temperament and over all parenting. “Of course I breastfeed. My little sweet nothing sleeps all through the night, never cries, loves to have is diaper changed, has a full head of hair and is already rolling over.” I like the take the self deprecating approach for a response and say, “Mine does NONE of that!”
With my older boy I endeavored not to participate in the Developmental Derby with other moms. I wanted to know that he’s within the normal range and forget the infernal percentiles. I succeeded sometimes – people just keep asking.
|Difficult not to share your child's genius |
with others when they make it so
easy with this sticker.
The real fun begins when you compare whose child walks the earliest, and gets teeth first. I can hardly wait!