I have a confession to make.  I am that mom.  Yes, that mom who sits on the shag rug at play group, chatting happily with the other mamas while silently observing my son and comparing his achievements and abilities to her peers.  It doesn’t happen all the time, but I have my moments.  While I loathe how I feel inside when I notice I’m doing it, it’s a tough habit to break.

I am not judging the other kids because Little C has surpassed their achievements, and I think he is the baby to beat. Not at all. If anything, it’s the opposite.  I watch the kids crawl, climb and play with their toys, and I worry.
As a first time mother staying home day in and day out with a ten month old, it’s hard not to focus on the milestones of babyhood and whether or not your child is reaching them “by the book.” Despite his extremely positive nine month visit to the pediatrician earlier this month, where we heard that his development is moving along just as it should, sometimes I can’t help but watch and worry.

Baby E. and Baby A. are nearly walking proficiently while Little C still prefers to crawl or even scoot on his belly some of the time.  Baby S. is full-on cruising while Little C is tentatively side-stepping to and fro on the coffee table. There is a cacophony of chatter coming from the baby pile-up by the toy pile, but C’s babble barely includes the typical “da-da” and “ma-ma.”  All the other babies seem happy to play with (or at least near) each other, while Little C prefers to stay close to me and has a tendency to shy away from the pack.

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Just as every child follows his or her own growth curve regarding height, weight and head circumference, I remind myself regularly that consistent progress matters more than the date or age when he reaches the end goal.  Little C is following his own “achievement curve” if such a thing exists.

Thankfully, all of the angst and judgment of C’s achievements stays rattling around in my head.  None of the others moms in our Friday morning meet up have ever commented or compared the children’s abilities in a judgmental way.  I’m sure that if I brought up any of my concerns, most of the moms would tell me that they didn’t even notice that Little C’s babbling lacked consonants or that he can only cruise moving to the right.

If anything, I suspect that most of the moms in the room must worry about something, whether it is about development, sleep, solid foods, or any of the other challenges that come from a learning how to do an ever-changing new job – this new job title called “Mom.”

Do you ever worry about milestones?