Hudson's Not Crawling and Other Piss-Poor Parental Comparisons

I gotta be honest here folks, I'm not a super big fan of hearing how great other people's kids are. I'm really not. I'm just gonna put it out there.

It's not that I like you any less as a person or your kids for that matter, but something happens to me when I start hearing about the amazing accomplishments of your youngsters, from crawling, to reading. I start second-guessing my parenting, my kids' own accomplishments, and nearly deem my whole family to hell. I start googling professional assessments, scheduling OT/PT, and school conferences, and nearly drive the rest of my friends, who I know won't tell me how great their kids are, probably completely insane.

Today someone who no-doubt loves their child immeasurably as I do my own (see my own validation there already?!), posted a video of their child crawling. Ugh...commence the churning stomach, and the immediate panic quickly sets in. Hudson's not crawling. Fu*k.  I hate this feeling, but I know I do it to myself. Do I really care that he's not crawling yet, I didn't think so until I saw the unnamed's post. Ahh, crap. And he's my third!


But I remember when Graham didn't crawl.

Then I remember his moves like jagger. And the story of Ava walking for the first time in the neurologist's office as we awaited her test for cerebral palsy. And I look at them now:

And I remind myself that I'm being ridiculous. Hudson will crawl, and walk, and jump, and climb and run and talk and wrestle with the other two.

And be amazing like the other two.

And that's my ridiculous comparison.