Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Mommy Resolution 1: Stop Comparing

I have always been competitive. With myself, mostly. Throughout my advertising career, I've set goals and continually pushed myself to (over)achieve. I guess that's what happens when you're exposed to competitive sports throughout your childhood. It's fun to set goals and reach them, then again, self-pressure isn't always a good thing because some times, goals are not met and disappointment sets in.

Now that I am a mother, my need for self-assurance when it comes to goal setting has translated to hitting milestones for Mikey. I know, I know. I shouldn't do this but to be brutally honest with you, my life circumstance has turned me to a competitive person by nature.


Every pediatric appointment is a way for me to measure my worth as a parent. If Mikey is growing well according to his charts, I win an invisible "great mom badge" and, if not, then I will kick myself and keep trying.

While his growth is not a problem at all - he is a healthy eater and is rapidly growing taller every month, my "roadblock" is his dislike for tummy time. According to resources (hello, Dr. Google) Mikey should be able to do mini push-ups at his age. Yes, he is able to control his head well (it's evident when I carry him and I don't need to really support his neck) however, holding it up while on his stomach is a challenge - I don't think it's because he can't do it, but more of he just does not want to do it.

I see how other babies at his age are capable of doing it (and some can even roll over!) and I feel a little jealous. Though on the flip side, Mikey is advanced when it comes to "talking" and at his age, he is capable of mimicking sounds so well. At 3 months, he can already say "hello," which makes me damn proud.


Mikey's First Hello from Miles Bonanno on Vimeo.

He is an amazingly smart and beautiful baby boy and I can't be any more proud to be his mother. One day he will be able to support his head while on his tummy, which will eventually lead to rolling, crawling and then walking... All in his own time... With the support of mommy and daddy, of course!

For now, I will stop seeking Dr. Google and enjoy him the way he is. He is perfect.





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