My Kid is a Retard
admin January 30th, 2009
Well, not really. Or at least I don’t think so. But sometimes …
Let me explain. Way back before a sperm fertilized an egg in my uterus , I heard about how competitive moms can be, how they are always comparing every tiny milestone, how annoying it is, and how mostly these things have no correlation to later performance. How petty, no? So, I thought to myself, well, I won’t be like that. I won’t go around comparing my kid to anyone else’s. Those moms are nuts. I am totally better than that. And I am, I mean, was.
What I didn’t realize at the time was that I had meant that I wouldn’t go around making other parents feel bad when their kid wasn’t as smart and talented as mine. I mean, I have some pretty good genetic material floating around in here. It’s not the other kids’ fault that their parents didn’t set them up as well. Not everyone can be above average.
What I didn’t consider, not for a second, was that I might be the one whose kid seemed a little slow. He’s six and a half months, and I think, probably doing just fine. But it is hard to go to playgroup and see the 7 month old who has been crawling for 3 months, and the 7.5 month old pulling up when we’re still working on unassisted sitting. Even the kid who refused to grab at things for like 5 months now seems to be on track to surpass my son. Also, he babbles, but I’ve yet to hear anything that sounds remotely like “mamma.” How did this happen?
I have interject here that playgroup may be a skewed sample set. Yes, I have a PhD, but let’s see, two moms’ husbands are currently working on their doctorate, one is a lawyer, one works for a prestigious management consulting firm, etc. etc. So, if it were just playgroup, well then I could console myself with the fact that we’re hanging out with little geniuses. But it’s not just playgroup. Even the dumb relative’s kids are outpacing him. That’s right. Dweedle and Deedle’s son is totally crawling, and cousin Cletis is mamamama-ing up a storm. Urrghhg!
Aside from the fact that I have been completely blindsided not only by my son’s slower development, but also how much it is affecting me, others feel the need to speculate on how these events might be connected to my mothering decisions. Maybe I should have given him formula. Maybe I should have had him start foods sooner. Maybe if we hadn’t swaddled him so long.. Maybe if we let him watch some TV…maybe maybe maybe.
So I am trying just to make sure that he is in the normal RANGE and am waiting until his perfect SAT scores, or his winning orchestral compositions, or his Pulitzer-prize winning novel produce that luxuriously fulfilling feeling of vindication. Until then, well honey, I’ll still love you, even if you are retarded.