At 16 months our little boy is finally walking! I say “finally” because I have to admit that I was worried. As I saw kids months younger than CC strutting around confidently on their own two feet, the thought did cross my mind that maybe something was wrong with his motor skills. I cajoled, bribed, pleaded with my little crawler for the past few months to stand up and take some steps, but he seemed content to stay on his hands and knees and became amazingly fast as a quadraped.
I tried to reassure myself that all kids develop at a different pace and that he would walk when he was ready. But it’s so hard to not fall into the trap of comparing your child to other kids. I have to keep reminding myself that I do NOT want to become the kind of parent that will say to my kids, “Tommy is already potty trained, why aren’t you? Susie can play that piece on the piano, why can’t you?” I believe in encouraging kids to work hard, but I will NOT become a tiger mother. (Thank you Amy Chua, for giving all Chinese mothers a bad rap.)
I should have known better than to doubt the innate abilities of life. After weeks of pushing around an empty box as a walker at home, CC decided one day that he didn’t need the box anymore. He stood up, took some steps, fell down, got up again and took some more steps – all without me having to cajole, bribe or plead. I know it’s a normal function of life to walk and that all kids learn to do it, but for me to see my little boy take those first steps was nothing short of miraculous. I guess that’s the best way to describe the growth in life – so normal, yet so miraculous.