I find in many ways, I’m holding my kids back. Not really on purpose, but either for convenience’s sake or just pure cuteness, there are certain things I don’t want to end.
Take eating, for example. We just got back from our yearly check up, and the babies are right on task if not ahead of the curve except for one thing. I spoonfeed them like they’re infants. Every meal, I can be seen shovelling food into their mouths because they refuse to use silverware by themselves. I don’t want them to starve, and I don’t have 90 minutes to fight with them over whether or not they’re going to use their forks like real people, so I just feed them. It’s easier.
The doctor was startled to say the least.
“So,” she said, “they’re completely potty trained?”
“And they can count to ten?”
“20 at least.”
“And they know all their colors and they can peddle a tricycle and they know their names and ages?”
“But you…FEED THEM?”