Few days back, someone asked my husband and me – “How old is your kid?” Both of us answered at the same time. I said 2 and ½ years while he said 2 years. Her exact age then was 2 years and 3 months. Subconsciously, I had chosen to round up her age to the higher denomination, while my husband, to the lower one.
As parents we try to teach our kids, new things right from birth. I keep hearing new mothers saying – “I just can’t wait until my son starts walking!” or “My daughter is really trying to talk… I am so eager to hear her first word.” But, when they finally do start walking, we think the crawling phase was so much easier. Just as the times when my daughter is bombarding philosophical questions at me from her car seat and I am trying to figure out those really confusing directions to a friend’s house, I wonder… why was I getting so impatient for her to start talking?
As my daughter learns new skills, I marvel and rejoice but secretly I miss her being a baby. I guess we want our kids to grow up and become good human beings… just not so fast!
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