At her last well-check visit, the pediatrician asked whether she was talking yet and I told her, "Oh yeah. She's been talking for months. Oh, I'm probably just one of those biased mothers who thinks her child is a genius, aren't I? But I really do think Ava is advanced in her language development." I'm sure she was trying to stifle her laughter, but after I told her all the words Ava was saying and how she was making connections and communicating, she conceded that she actually is a little ahead of most other babies her age. (Yes! I knew it!)
And then there's Ava's emotional, or social, intelligence. Tonight as we were leaving the restaurant where we had dinner, she looked so compassionately at a woman eating her meal alone. I looked at Ava, then she looked at me, and in that moment we connected and seemed to know exactly what the other was thinking. Or was Ava just tired and zoning out and am I projecting my compassion onto her? Either way, I'm so proud of the little love muffin I'm raising and I have a feeling we're going to do great things together.
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