Is It Normal For My Toddler to Moonwalk?
I don’t know the answer, so I’m sorry if my blog is now the #1 site that pops up when you Google that question. But it is, however, the question I am trying to answer right now.
Yes, that’s right. My 16 month-old son is teaching himself to moonwalk. Like Michael Jackson singing “Billie Jean” in 1983.
Over Easter weekend while we were in Alabama with my family, we visited my grandmother in the nursing home. I was standing next to her bed as she asked me if I’d ever seen that “Charlie bit me” video; evidently Fox News recently featured the clip for those who have never experienced the Internet.
My wife Jill called me from the doorway of the room, where she was supervising Jack burn off some energy in the hall:
“Nick, he’s walking backwards… have you ever seen him do that before?”
I hadn’t. In fact, I never heard of any toddler A) trying to walk backwards and B) actually succeeding.
But my son Jack was doing it. To watch your toddler son walk backwards is a fascinating thing, but even more curious was the fact he was moonwalking.
He actually was picking up his heals, then sliding his toes backwards in a reversed walking motion.
So when I ask the question “is it normal for my son to moonwalk?” I guess what I’m getting at is this:
Is he some kind of child prodigy or something? Instead of Doogie Howser the doctor, have I fathered the next Justin Bieber?
I think it’s possible. I mean, already, he has the ability to find the dance beat in an alarm clock going off or even just hearing radio static.
Will I have to enroll him in dance classes for gifted children? I would hate to see such amazing potential go to waste.
Or could it be, like most toddlers, he just randomly figured out how to do something weird in the delirium created from his slack of sleep during such a busy egg-hunting weekend?
I think he’s just being a normal toddler and I’m probably not the only parent of a toddler out there who wonders if it really is that strange that their kid walks backwards when they get really tired.
Either way, I think I know what song will be playing in my head all day:
“Billie Jean’s not my lover…”.