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When it comes to parenting, I don’t believe any number of children make you an expert. Each child is unique and brings their own challenges and joys. But having four children means I’m fairly familiar with the standard development milestones and I look for them closely.
You might have read about our expectations as we were waiting for Noelle to arrive. Now that she’s here, I see how “normal” she really is. She’s an adorable, tiny, little baby girl and we love her to death. But she’s definitely taking her time in development. It was several weeks before she regularly opened her eyes at all. She is yet to smile when she sees us (though that’s somewhat normal still). She’s definitively slow to gain weight, though not so slow as to be a concern yet.
None of this is concerning. It’s really just me wanting more interaction from her. Those small things help me, as her father, connect.
But that’s the crux of the issue. I’m the problem here, not her. I want her to get on with it — grow fat and happy; stare at me straight in the eyes and smile when I make faces. At only 2 months old, I am already being fairly demanding of her.
I just realized that recently — that it’s my fault and that I’m the one putting expectations on her. I just realized that she is exactly who she is and is developing just fine (thank you very much). I just realized that my impatience regarding her development is my problem, not hers.
I imagine that my relationship with her will be a lot like that as she grows and develops. I’ll have to continually confront myself with my impatience or my selfish expectations. She doesn’t yet speak or acknowledge my existence; but already, she’s teaching me patience.