Remember the opening of "Matilda"?:
It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little
blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.
Some parents go further. They become so blinded by adoration they manage to convince themselves
their child has qualities of genius.
Well, there is nothing very wrong with all this. It's the way of the world. It is only when the parents
begin telling us about the brilliance of their own revolting offspring, that we start shouting, "Bring
us a basin! We're going to be sick!"
And a little later:
Occasionally one comes across parents who take the opposite line, who show no interest at all in
their children, and these of course are far worse than the doting ones.
OP, why are you comparing your child to others? This is something we all do in a shamefaced way, pretending not to, but we should know better really, shouldn't we?