You know that saying, “Don’t compare your insides to someone else’s outsides“? It’s a great saying. One of the best. Right up there with “Fake it ’til you make it” (my personal favorite), the Golden Rule, and “Life’s too short to drink bad wine.”
The thing is, I thought I had really taken the saying “Don’t compare your insides to someone else’s outsides” to heart. I am very comfortable with who I am. My whole 47-year-old, BMI of 27 (is that good or bad? I’m not even sure), high-cholesterol, chocoholic self. I’m comfortable with eating out alone (in fact a lot of times I prefer it, but that’s probably because I have a 4 year old). I’m comfortable with going out in public without (gasp!) any makeup on.
This is not to suggest that I don’t have insecurities. Several people in the last week have expressed surprise when I have mentioned being insecure about something (see “Fake it ’til you make it” – I must be doing that pretty well. Ha!). But I’m comfortable having some insecurities too. I work on them. Some improve, some don’t. Eh.
So imagine my surprise today when I found myself all the way back on square one with this issue. I walked my 4 year old into his pre-K class and there he was–this other kid writing his name on a piece of paper. Perfectly. Upper case, lower case, beautifully formed letters. And I cringed. Because my kid writes an almost recognizable W…backwards. And he does a decent 7, 4, and E. But otherwise he’s all scribbles. And the thoughts jumped into my head before I could stop them–“Why can’t my kid do that? Is he not developmentally on track? Are we not teaching him enough at home?”
Before you accuse me of being a Tiger Mom (or a Slacker Mom), you should know that I know that I have the coolest kid in the world. And he has gifts–mostly athletic and social. Writing is just not one of them. But the kid can order a complete meal by himself, call a waitress over to correct something, eat a plate full of cooked broccoli (voluntarily), talk the ears off a cornstalk, climb a rock wall by himself and walk across the top of the monkey bars with perfect balance. He just can’t write his letters yet.
And I happen to know this other kid (the show off…kidding) has three older brothers. So he has probably been exposed to such things as writing for quite a while. Still…I think after karate, we may practice writing some letters and numbers. Then we’ll have pizza at our favorite pizza joint and kill some zombies in Plants v. Zombies. ‘Cause that’s how we roll. And it’s ok.