When Cooper was small I attended a Mothers Group set up by the local health nurse.
It was positive for the most part and I would come and go a bit especially around milestone times as it was too much to see Coopers peers crawl, walk, talk and run. Then the gap got so big that it did not matter anymore. It seemed so out of touch that I started to have our own normal and not compare.
One thing that I really remember is seven Mums sitting around when their kids were nearly one and comparing notes about how mobile their kids were. They would talk about how their kids would get into everything. They would seemingly complain that their kids would be searching through kitchen cupboards, going into the bathroom and eating things they should not.
I would sit there and wish it was my child. I would think " if only".
I thought having Cooper be able to move by himself at one would be devine. By the time Cooper could crawl ( at 2.7) he was smart enough to know not to touch a hot oven, not to eat dirt and did not think pulling every pan from the cupboard was exciting.
Today I sat and watched my baby boy fullfill the tasks I so wished Cooper could have done at eleven months old.
Woody ventures into each room in search and destroy mode.
He pulls out saucepans and bangs on them.
He puts a collander on his head.
He licks the fridge.
He pulls every bit of paper and magnet off the fridge.
He users his pincer grasp to pick up an old piece of sandwich and eats it.
Outside he picks up a chicken poo and puts it in his mouth. (ewww)
He eats dirt and leaves.
He puts two rolls of toilet paper in the toilet.
And you know what?
I wouldn't have it any other way. I have felt as a parent what it is like to have to change your expectations and when faced with normality once in a while I will cherish it.