MOTY Nomination, Please

Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, I deserve another MOTY Nomination.

MOTY, in case you're new here, is the Mother Of The Year award.

I have three kids.  On any given day, I should be able to give you their names.  You might get lucky enough to catch their birthdays if the stars are aligned correctly.

Their ages, however, are an entirely different story.

I worked myself into a tizzy thinking that my youngest daughter was a delayed walker.  I panicked when I realized that she was 18 months old and not walking.I had visions of Physical Therapy, leg braces, medieval walking devices, the whole nine yards being in our future.

I made the first available appointment with the pediatrician that I could.  I did research online and looked up all kinds of options.  I prayed to the heavens and skies above that everything would be okay.

Then I took her to that first available appointment I got.  My blood pressure was up and my palms were clammy.  The Husband even went because he was concerned by my level of concern - which normally stays pretty even keel when it comes to my kids and their development.

And sitting there, reading her growth chart and thinking that she was terribly behind, it hit me...

My daughter is only 16 months old... Not 18 months old.

No, wait... what???  Oh.  My.  God.  I am THE worst mother in the world.  I don't even know my own child's AGE!!!

In my defense, math or anything number related for that matter has never been my strong suit.

(I know.  I know.  I'm shaking my head at myself too.)

If you know anything about kids, two months - hell, two WEEKS - can mean a world of difference in the development of a child under the age of two.

Fortunately, it appears as though Lil Bit is right on track and is focused on her verbal and cognitive development more than her gross motor skills right now.  Which is fine with me....  Just as long as she doesn't get my mad math "skillz," I think we will all be okay.

Oh, and she will be walking soon.  And it will likely be BEFORE she is 18 months old - but the "for real" 18 month mark, not the imagined one that I had created in my wee-little brain.

Yes, I know.  I'm ashamed of myself too.

Maybe this is a sign that I am in desperate need of a vacation.

Love, hugs, and blessings,
The Mama