My son is a late bloomer. He was born 6 weeks premature and have had some catching up to do physically since he was born. Mentally, he’s very sharp, but he just didn’t want to start walking as early as everyone else.
Moms Can Be So Competitive
One day, I walked into a Filipino restaurant with my son to pick up some of my favorite desserts. As I was waiting, a mom came up to me and asked how old my son was.
“He’s 11 months,” I replied.
“Is he walking yet?” she asked.
“No,” I said, knowing my forehead wrinkles were working overtime.
“I have a son who’s 11 months also, but he started walking when he was 9 months.”
I walked away as I tried my absolute hardest not to look at her again. I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be able to control myself, possibly causing a scene.
First of all, I would never go up to a mother with a small child and be obnoxiously rude. She would most likely be hormonal OR just really tired from taking care of her little one. I wouldn’t want to get punched.
The Benefits of Walking Late
My son didn’t walk until he was 18 months old. At the time, I had been worried. Then his amazing Pediatrician reminded me that he’s going to there eventually. He said he doubted that he would go to college still crawling.
“There are many athletes and incredibly talented people who developed really good hand-eye coordination, because they were late walkers.” My son’s Pediatrician smiled as he tried to comfort me.
There are other experts who also believe late walkers are naturally smarter. In fact, according to the Chiropractic News Source, early walking should be discouraged as it may cause “increased stress on spinal musculoskeletal structures, as well as possible delay in the development of neurological coordination.”
Being a mom is challenging enough. Being a part of the competitive nature of society can make it worse. All parents are different as all kids are different.
I didn’t meet the restaurant lady’s son, but who knows? My son may be a late walker, but he may also be a lot smarter than hers.
My son is now 5 years old. I feel blessed for the awesome little guy he’s growing up to be. I’m thankful for the fact that he’s healthy and he’s a part of my world. Everything else doesn’t matter as much, especially not some mom who’s a nobody to me. Get my drift?