I know I need to stop, that every kid develops differently,
and just because she’s not reading yet, doesn’t mean she will be behind in
school, and it certainly doesn’t mean she will never read. But despite my
logical way of thinking, my irrational persona takes over and has me ordering a
new set of "Bob Books" to help us practice more.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t stop with reading. When I peek in
on her at dance class, I have to stop myself from looking at the other girls and sizing them up to see which 4-year-old has the moves down. For a split second I
wince when I see her facing the opposite direction of the rest of the class.
You know when you’re doing something you know is wrong but
you do it anyway? That’s how I feel with this predicament. I know comparing my children to others is
just putting myself on a slippery slope, yet I can’t seem to stop. I worry it
will only get worse when they start elementary school.
When the Sunday school teacher told me none of the 4-year-olds actually memorize the weekly scripture, I took it as a challenge and spent the week memorizing it with my daughter.
If I’m being completely honest, this didn’t just start this
year. It started when she was an infant, and came out a whopping 9 pounds 9
ounces, holding her head up to look at me. Now that’s bragging rights right
there. Yes, hello, I’m Jennifer, the mom who loves to have the most amazing
When the Sunday school teacher told me none of the
4-year-olds actually memorize the
weekly scripture, I took it as a challenge and spent the week memorizing it
with my daughter. When the time came for her to say it into the microphone, she
froze on stage and needed help to make it through. Though for a split second I
was sad she didn’t do it on her own, it was an awakening for me. It doesn’t
really matter if other people know how amazingly awesome my kids are, as long
as I know, and they know I know.
Fortunately, there is a positive side to this.
1. I don’t ever actually compare my daughter out
loud… Well, other than this blog post. I mean I don’t intentionally brag to
other parents when I see my daughter succeed (aside from Facebook friends, and
Instagram of course… OK, maybe I can do better).
2. If anything, my findings have made me more
conscious of ways I can spend time with my daughter and help her improve at
her own pace. Sometimes this means practicing her dance routines with her
before bed, or pretending to teach her dolls how to read.