Honestly, I think it's really hard not to do. Everyone thinks their child is a genius; the next Einstein. You think your kid is smarter, prettier, or better than the child next to him/her. You would never outwardly admit it, but subconsciously you're comparing your kid to mine. I don't take offense because I do it myself. We all do it. It’s not malicious. It’s totally natural. I mean really how could you not think this little person composed of half your genes isn't the best thing to grace the earth.
As my child gets older I've realized that with the admiration of our children we as parents tend do a little inflating. We pad the score. My kid is just a little better because. . .. .
We do it. You do it. We all do it.
Case and point: I remember my mom telling me several times growing up that I was so smart as a child that I could put a 50 piece puzzle together at 3. Now did this really happen? I doubt it. Maybe it was a 10 piece puzzle. Maybe I was 4. Maybe I had a little help. Who knows? I do know that I'm not, nor ever have been a genius. I don't think my mom was intentionally lying to me. I think her perception of her darling child was a bit exaggerated. As an adult, my mom still brags about me, whether these brags are 100% true or a little inflated I don't care. Actually I'm okay with it. . It means she loves me.
So what is this about? I guess this is my unveiling that even though my child is the most wonderful person to walk the earth, she may not be a genius. . . (Though Brian would tell you otherwise) I often catch myself partaking a little "inflation "when it comes to Emma, just like my mom did to me, and I'm sure you do with your child.
Here a few non-intentional "padding the scores" that may have come from our family (uh, hum Brian) in regards to Emma:
Emma speaks Spanish: Emma can sometimes count to 5 in Spanish; on a good day. Emma will whip out a random word here or there, but she is no way "speaks" Spanish. She speaks Span-Em-Lish, her own language, which usually rears its head during night time delirium.
Emma rides her bike: Emma can cruise on her bike while being pushed. She refuses to use the pedals . . . just like any true princess, and would rather have her loyal subjects do all of the work.
Emma can read: Emma can pick out the letter E, "E is for Emma and Elephant" as well as a few other letters. When reciting her alphabet she usually gets to about F and then it could be anybody's game. Sometimes she jumps right to X, Y, Z, other times she throws in a "jota" or "double V". . . The alphabet is an adventure where Emma is constantly choosing a different path.
Emma was potty trained at 20 months: This one is true.
Emma will eat anything: This is mostly true. Em will eat anything except for eggs. She despises them. She will not eat them in any form; with cheese, without cheese, covered in ketchup. Eggs are a definite no, no! Em's favorites these days include: capers, kalamata olives, gorgonzola cheese (yuck!), and big chunks of parmesan. The kid definitely has the weirdest pallet ever.
Emma is the cutest kid ever: This is definitely true. See below and decide for yourself.
Oh wait. . I forgot . .not only is she cute, but she's sassy too!
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