My Child Is Better Than Your Child ... Or Maybe Not??
by Bob Meadows
Iâ€™ve read for years about parents getting puffed up with their childâ€™s accomplishments and deflated when the little ones came up short. They were obviously pathetic people so uncomfortable in their own skin, so unable to find fulfillment within themselves, that theyâ€™re going to make their childâ€™s life miserable, thought my non-child-having self. Children are children, and you love them regardless, so how can you have such highs and lows. Surely I wouldnâ€™t act that way when I had a child of my own.
Hah, laughed some guiding force of the universe. In the 15 months since my son came along, this superior-inferior battle has waged mercilessly in my head. See for yourself:
When my son exclaims Daddy! when I enter the room and laughs and
smiles. Hah! He knows I am the Protector, the Provider, the Pack Mule
Who Lugs His Stuff!
Inferior: When my son calls every adult Daddy.
Superior: When I see toddlers munching on chips,
candies and other unhealthy things for breakfast. My son had a cupcake
on his birthday, but otherwise, itâ€™s been fruits, veggies and lean cuts
of meat! Take that!
Inferior: When I recently had to tell my son, in public, that a whole wheat English muffin with peanut butter is not a hat. And I didnâ€™t pack a wash cloth! Bad Dad!
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Superior: When my son is the only child not crying
at a gathering full of other kids. I am a great parent! Look at how in
sync my son and I are.
Inferior: When my son is the only child crying at a gathering full of other kids. Why do the acoustics on the subway amplify his wail into Godzillaâ€™s bellow?
Superior: When my son shrugs off shots at the doctorâ€™s office. Heâ€™s a tough little guy, just like I was(nâ€™t).
I know (think) Iâ€™m not the only one; when do you have these moments?