Which is why, when I became a Mom, I thought I would have this whole comparison thing down. I know it's inevitable that parents compare their children, but I thought I would be able to see my little pumpkin for the snowflake she is, and not sweat the ways in which the other kids her age were surpassing her. I was wrong.
AB has been late for pretty much every gross-motor milestone. She sat up late. She scooted/crawled late. She pulled up late. She cruised late. She fed herself late. Lately, it didn't matter what she was doing in terms of fine motor and verbal skills, the fact remained that my eighteen-month-old was still not walking, and all my books say she should be. For the past few months especially, all I could do was watch in anguish as the other kids her age run past her, while she sat happily on the floor.
Translation: Something must be WRONG. THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY PUNKERONI. AND I PROBABLY DID IT TO HER.
I know lots of wonderful Moms, Moms to lots of wonderful kids, who all said the same thing: She'll walk when she's ready. A woman in her thirties who is also a teacher should have no trouble seeing the logic in that. But inevitably the bird on my shoulder would start chirping again, and I'd make another appointment with another physical therapist, just to be sure everything was okay. When they said it was, I would spend an afternoon believing them. Then I'd go back to doubting myself.
This week... shocker... AB started to walk. She'd taken steps before (usually to the iPhone), but never just gotten up on her own and went. And when she did, it looked something like this:
(Watching the workers fix our sidewalk, wearing her Little Gym medal)
(Afternoon walk with Ye-Ye)
(Morning stick collection)
I would be surprised if my family in California couldn't hear the sigh of relief that came from me as a result. Yes, life is more interesting with a walker. Yes, I'm going to be one busy Momma in just about four (gasp!) weeks. But I don't care-- she's walking. And what I realized this week was that my worrying about it in no way made it happen-- she did it when she was ready.
Just like everyone said she would.