A co-worker called me tonight to inquire about Friday's outcome. After I told him the day's events, we talked about Curt in general.
I told him Curt was somewhat of a computer whiz, as much a whiz as one can be at age 3.8. I relayed the fact that he is adding and spelling on his computer games. I am proud of that fact.
When I thought about it later, I realized I felt I was making excuses, overcompensating. Many people (mostly women) I know talk about their children with pride. They spread photos of "Citizen of the Month," they scored 99 percentile on their kindergarten test, etc. Why is it that I feel like I can't talk about my child's abilities without feeling uncomfortable?
I have ideas:
1.) It is against my nature to brag. Yes, we have a nice home, but the bathrooms need work. Yes, we are buying rental properties, but I downplay it -- or don't tell people at all. I wouldn't want to be "show-y!"
2.) I'm afraid they won't believe me. People see Curt and, let's face it, he's usually not talking. How in the hell can he be adding and spelling? Yet, he is.
I can promise you I am proud of my little boy. He has made great strides and says new words every day. Still, it is difficult to handle the looks I sometimes encounter. They guess his age younger, even though he is above average in height.
My usual response to strangers is, "He's a man of few words!"
But, he can add like a first grader. I must learn to focus on the positive and not the negative. That's a good practice for my thoughts about Curt, and my thoughts on life in general. I only wish it were as easy to do as it is to say.
PS. If you have a late-talker, you don't say he's 3 or 4. He (or she) is 3.2, 3.8, or 4.6. That way, you'll know exactly how far behind they are. Why do we do these things to ourselves?!