The phrase the pediatrician used with my wife and me at our daughter’s six-month checkup was “gross motor skills.” As in, your daughter’s really advanced in “gross motor skills.” That’s a doctorish way of saying she’s a little fast out of the gate with the crawling and, as of the other night, the standing up on her own.
My wife and I got home and were playing with our daughter on the couch. I walked off to crack a beer or something and my daughter wanted to watch, I guess. (It’s hard for her to take her eyes off her favorite parent, you know?) So she crawled toward the back cushions on the couch, grabbed them, and pulled herself up. My wife alerted me, and I turned around to see my daughter smiling like a crazy person.
It’s awesome in so many ways, and yet–SCARY! Wait a minute…this is happening too fast. We’re not even adjusted to the whole crawling deal yet. And this means I have to lower the mattress in the crib, which is going to irritate my wife to no end because it’ll be even harder for her to lean down into the crib to kiss our sleeping baby at night.
And yet…what am I supposed to do? Ask the kiddo to slow it all down and not, you know, develop? Is this what parenting is all about? You want them to be “advanced,” but you also get freaked out by it and kinda wish you could go back to the “good old days” of, say, a few days ago when she would just sit on the couch and smile?