July 24, 2008
As Moms go, I haven’t had a chance to get into the race yet. Perhaps Nadi is too young as yet, maybe I am just not that racing kind of mom or maybe I haven’t been challenged enough yet to go in there with all guns blazing. Only time will tell.
On one of my late night blog hops, I came across a blog where the mom author insisted that we should compare but not compete – I had asked her in her comment box if such a thing was possible. Doesn’t competing come as naturally as breathing to moms? especially once the age of schoold starts. Who has the better kid? Who throws the better party? Who has the better holiday? Whose husband is hotter? Whose capris are shorter? I think the line of fire just gets more and more ridiculous as moms get more and more into it.
All stories start with a question about the other person’s kid and end with a glowing achievement of your own. That’s why moms have conversation in the first place- to be able to eventually get around to boatsing about their own. What age did Nadi start teething at? Well MINE had 54 teeth by the time he was 9 months old. Is Nadi walking yet? Well MINE was running by the time we camé back form the hospital. Sure he was.
I always take the passive stance by locking my mouth into a smile and nodding while thinking of other things that I have to do..like not kill the person infront of me. I have no intentions of plunging Nadi into a competition this early on in life. I realize that it will be inevitable as the grades, heights, races and life take over and I will allow for healthy amounts of I am better than x, y or z to enter our lives but at this point int life I cannot join the comparison sweepstakes and get into the inane conversations of who outdid whose 1st birthday by how many millions.
Of course it’s all well and all for me to get huffy and step aside from competition in theory, but when it comes right down to it in my head, it’s always compare and compete isn’t it? You worry because your kid didnt walk at 14 months whereas A was walking at 11 months. You stress that your kid will be socially shy because he doesn’t go up and hit other kids, like T does. You wish your kid would speak early so that you could show up X, once and for all. It’s such a vicious cycle to be caught in because along with your poor unsuspecting kid, you drag in yourself, your husband and you entire peace of mind.