I am far from perfect. I try my best to stay positive and surrender at the end of each day hoping to do it better next time. My son is happy, healthy and full of questions. We have a roof over our heads, food in the refrigerator and love in our hearts. But then, it happened.
It was not just one event, it was several small events that quietly culminated in my head. First, I heard another parent with a child younger than mine talk about how his child can read, then another parent shared it, then another. And then, I panicked. I thought about what I wasn't doing. Should I be doing flash cards every night with my son? Was I supposed to have him work through a specific number of apps on an iPad, which I don't have, to help him to become school ready? Did I lag behind in my reading duties as a parent? For about three days, my mind was a scary place to visit as I panicked a bit about the specific tasks that I wasn't doing that other parents were doing.
Yeah, I know. You are shaking your collective finger at me now.
Don't worry, I am over it but it freaked me out how quickly and easily I become freaked out. I am a single parent to a beautiful, inquisitive little boy. There are no plans for more kids, just this one. My life goal centers around helping my son live an amazing life experiencing everything he can. It's important to me to get parenthood right. I can fail at everything else, but not this.
My son is 3 years and 3 months old. He talks non-stop. Every day feels like a pop quiz with him. He doesn't have a father or siblings, but he loves his people. If I tell him that one or more of them will be present, he starts talking about them non-stop. If I did pull out the flashcards to start him on reading, I would have to chase him around the house to do so since he dislikes standing/sitting still. He has a computer that Santa brought him to make puzzles and play games, but sitting comes second to moving for him. I read to him every night before bed, but sometimes it takes 30 minutes to read one book since he must analyze every page. "Mommy, frogs do not talk so why is this frog talking?" "Mommy, what does that swamp creature eat anyway?"
So yeah, I had my freak out. I predict that I will have a couple hundred more before he graduates from high school or heck, kindergarten. Kudos to those parents who have helped their young children read at such a young age. For me, my goal is to keep feeding my son's imagination, curiosity and search for answers. There is plenty of time in the near future to read.