We took Parker to the mall to get some new clothes for autumn, and thought it'd be fun to toss the kid into the mall's play area to see how he responded to that kind of environment. It was pretty fun to chase the dude around and watch as he pulled himself up on some of the play equipment. There was one little girl in particular who couldn't keep away from him; she was enamored. She crawled around behind him, gave him encouraging words whenever he attempted to walk, and giggled when he would inevitably fall down.
At one point, Parker began standing up from a squatting position. If you've ever seen a pre-toddler baby attempt to stand up from a sitting position, it is a sight to behold not unlike watching a gymnast try to stick a landing during the vault. As a parent, there's a lot of grimacing and holding-of-breath until the child is standing firmly upright. As Parker "stuck" his stand, the little girl looked up at Kari with the largest smile and said, "He's really good at standing!"
In the moment, we laughed with the little girl at her observation; it was definitely an adorable remark. But on the ride home I began to turn over the little girl's words in my head, and I came to the realization that this little girl was more than cute: she was CORRECT. My son IS great at standing! Quite possibly the best! The USA Men's Standing Team should be calling my son to join the roster for the World Championships! I'm honestly disgusted by the radio silence on their end!
As a parent, have you found yourself beaming with pride over your child for something relatively trivial? What was it?