"Awww- How old is your little one?"
"Nine? yes, nine months!"
"Oh, really? She look so tiny!"
"Yes, she is really nine months." I think I would remember the day I birthed her. And TINY? She is a monster!
"Awe. Well she has the most beautiful eyes!"
"Thanks. We think they are gorgeous too." Please, let me find my 2.5 year old and play with him.
"How much does she weigh?"
"Around 17lbs, maybe a little more." Really, let me go.
""My daughter is six months and is 17lbs."
"That's great, she's growing right along." Chubbers.
"Maybe she is just longer than yours. How long is she?"
"I think she was close to 27 inches at the last check-up." Good lord, I am just trying to shop.
"What?! Wow, my daughter is only 24 inches."
"At six months so was she." NOW LET ME GO!
"How many teeth does she have?"
"None."
"What?! My daughter has six teeth! Is she walking yet?"
(Laughing) "No. not yet"Seriously. Watch for a news article of the crazy mom with a baby in a Boba attacking Ikea employee.
" I bet she's a fast crawler."
"Nope. No crawling. But, she is sitting like a champ!" If you only knew how long it took to get her to sit.... and she still doesn't technically sit correctly.
"Oh. My daughter is all over the place."
"It's very interesting to see the difference in children, isn't it? I mean he [pointing to Connor] was a mover from the beginning and she [pointing to Emilee] is just as content as anything in the carrier and being held. It's really a welcomed change." Take this as my, let-me-go-play-with-my-son face.
"She doesn't mind being held like that?"
"Nope. Not at all. She prefers it!" Now let me be?
"My daughter wouldn't! How much of an age gap is there between them?"
"Two years." Would that be about the same as an assault charge?
"That's a good age, they can be out of Pampers at that point!"
"Exactly. Oh no... speaking of which, looks like someone has to go potty!" PRAISE JESUS!!
We went to Ikea to beat the humidity and just look around and instead experienced the common conversation. I can't help but replay it over and over and over in my mind. How many times have I compared children, mine or someone else's? So. Many. Times.
It hurts to hear the surprise in someone's voice as they exclaim that their child is advanced in so many aspects and makes you feel like yours is delayed. It hurts some days to get on Facebook and see babies younger than Emilee so confident in their sitting or crawling. It hurts some days to realize that she will eventually get there but that other's that don't know her or our family are going to judge her as "delayed", "slow" or worse. It took a lot to not say something along the lines of "Yes, your daughter is crawling and has teeth and mine has an extra chromosome. Congratulations!"
Don't get me wrong. I really don't mind the conversation with strangers about how gorgeous my daughters eyes are or asking about how old she is. I appreciate her taking an interest and trying to be friendly. I'm sure she just loves babies. But, I couldn't help feel judged because of the delayed milestones that she is facing. If only she could see my daily task with Emilee. The constant moving and working with her to reach the milestones she has hit. But then I think, maybe it's best for people to be ignorant of others situations. It makes you feel just as normal as everybody else. When clearly you know how extraordinary your kids really are.
After two potty breaks and about twenty minutes of playing at the toy kitchen we decided to come home. Now it's nap time for the kids and clean time for mommy.
Until next time <3
"Nine? yes, nine months!"
"Oh, really? She look so tiny!"
"Yes, she is really nine months." I think I would remember the day I birthed her. And TINY? She is a monster!
"Awe. Well she has the most beautiful eyes!"
"Thanks. We think they are gorgeous too." Please, let me find my 2.5 year old and play with him.
"How much does she weigh?"
"Around 17lbs, maybe a little more." Really, let me go.
""My daughter is six months and is 17lbs."
"That's great, she's growing right along." Chubbers.
"Maybe she is just longer than yours. How long is she?"
"I think she was close to 27 inches at the last check-up." Good lord, I am just trying to shop.
"What?! Wow, my daughter is only 24 inches."
"At six months so was she." NOW LET ME GO!
"How many teeth does she have?"
"None."
"What?! My daughter has six teeth! Is she walking yet?"
(Laughing) "No. not yet"Seriously. Watch for a news article of the crazy mom with a baby in a Boba attacking Ikea employee.
" I bet she's a fast crawler."
"Nope. No crawling. But, she is sitting like a champ!" If you only knew how long it took to get her to sit.... and she still doesn't technically sit correctly.
"Oh. My daughter is all over the place."
"It's very interesting to see the difference in children, isn't it? I mean he [pointing to Connor] was a mover from the beginning and she [pointing to Emilee] is just as content as anything in the carrier and being held. It's really a welcomed change." Take this as my, let-me-go-play-with-my-son face.
"She doesn't mind being held like that?"
"Nope. Not at all. She prefers it!" Now let me be?
"My daughter wouldn't! How much of an age gap is there between them?"
"Two years." Would that be about the same as an assault charge?
"That's a good age, they can be out of Pampers at that point!"
"Exactly. Oh no... speaking of which, looks like someone has to go potty!" PRAISE JESUS!!
We went to Ikea to beat the humidity and just look around and instead experienced the common conversation. I can't help but replay it over and over and over in my mind. How many times have I compared children, mine or someone else's? So. Many. Times.
It hurts to hear the surprise in someone's voice as they exclaim that their child is advanced in so many aspects and makes you feel like yours is delayed. It hurts some days to get on Facebook and see babies younger than Emilee so confident in their sitting or crawling. It hurts some days to realize that she will eventually get there but that other's that don't know her or our family are going to judge her as "delayed", "slow" or worse. It took a lot to not say something along the lines of "Yes, your daughter is crawling and has teeth and mine has an extra chromosome. Congratulations!"
Don't get me wrong. I really don't mind the conversation with strangers about how gorgeous my daughters eyes are or asking about how old she is. I appreciate her taking an interest and trying to be friendly. I'm sure she just loves babies. But, I couldn't help feel judged because of the delayed milestones that she is facing. If only she could see my daily task with Emilee. The constant moving and working with her to reach the milestones she has hit. But then I think, maybe it's best for people to be ignorant of others situations. It makes you feel just as normal as everybody else. When clearly you know how extraordinary your kids really are.
After two potty breaks and about twenty minutes of playing at the toy kitchen we decided to come home. Now it's nap time for the kids and clean time for mommy.
Until next time <3
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