It happened so suddenly. Nobody showed her how. She just gave me one of her smirky little grins and a sparkle in her eye that said, “Wait a second… I think I just figured something out here!” And then, she walked backwards, just like that.
I instantly exclaimed. “You’re walking backwards! Celia! You’re amazing!”
How does she figure this stuff out? I’m certain nobody taught her.
Tonight I was telling a friend over dinner just how amazing my daughter is. “You wouldn’t believe it! How many kids learn to do that at her age?! She’s amazing! I really think she’s brilliant. I mean, seriously… how soon do most kids learn to walk backwards? Two? Two-and-a-half? And here she is at fourteen months!! It makes a father proud.”
My friend just nodded silently. How many times have I said those words since having Celia in my life? At least half a dozen.
I wonder if this is part of the whole fatherhood deal. We dads have absolutely no idea at what age a child learns to walk backwards. And in fact, we have no interest whatsoever in doing the research to find out (as easy as typing it into a search engine online).
Instead, we’d rather make wild guesses as to the development of other “normal” children, and place ours far above the learning curve. My child is extraordinary. She is especially gifted, and not just because she’s my kid. Do I have comparisons to back up my claims? Not really. I just “know.”
And I don’t know whether I’m alone in this sentiment, but something tells me it’s a pretty widespread phenomenon. We dads tend to look at our kids and think the most of them.
My little girl is almost saying the vowels of the alphabet now. It’s utterly delightful to watch her try. And every single time she makes a big step in development I am in utter shock at just how smart my little girl is.
Sure, any English-speaking person knows how to say their vowels. But my girl, well, I watched her learn myself. And she’s brilliant!