I’ve spent a good part of my short motherhood worrying about “Will it happen? Is he behind? Why isn’t he ________?????” And I’ve been told, “Don’t worry, it’ll happen. He won’t go to college _____ing/ not ______ing”.
My worries have been about nesting himself to sleep, crawling, smiling, picking up x or z, and MOST of all poop. I had no idea that a parent could perseverate about poop. But when Red was a tiny (relatively speaking, because he has always been a big ol’ kid) baby, he wouldn’t go but once a week. Or once every 3 days. When we started solid foods and purees, he finally evened out.
It’s true what Bill Cosby said about poop, by the way:
He really couldn’t have said it better. It’s perfect. And then all babies start to poop regularly.
I think my next “Will it ever happen?” will be about Red switching from the bottle to the sippy cup. He’s been LOVING his bottle, and when I show the sippy cup, and even tilt it to his mouth, he hangs it open like he’s in awe of a wondrous quartz cave, or something. I’m sure Red won’t go to college with a bottle, but I’m bound to worry about it. What did you/do you worry about that will most likely end up ok?
I find that I operate best under a small amount of stress, so perhaps this will make me a bit more efficient. 🙂
When Hayden was three, I was convinced that he was autistic, hearing impaired, a bully, and emotional disturbed. Turns out getting him into preschool helped with his speaking and writing (he had been able to sort of write his name, but could only do it upside down and backwards), he could hear fine but was going through a phase of ignoring us when he didn’t feel like talking and just happened to like the radio and tv at volumes that ensured the entire neighborhood was up to speed with his current interests, and he hardly remembers what it was like to not be shuffled between his two parents every week. I still think he might turn out to be a bully (he started preschool in the middle of the semester last semester and he was totally dominating everyone at the class Xmas party), but maybe in more of a class clown sort of way. And at least that’s something that we can work on and that might work itself out more and more as he spends more time with other kids his own age than just with his adults.
Now we just have to figure out why he kissed a little girl on her butt yesterday and then asked her brother and the friend and his sister took baths together and kissed and touched each other in the bathtub. (Boy did that makes for an embarrassing conversation with the babysitter!) Yikes!
Thanks for commenting! I hope everything works out for Hayden. I remember Mom telling me stories about when I was little and I wouldn’t stop talking to EVERYONE in the class, during class, so much that they complained to the teacher. (I guess I’m a little social). I’m sure that Beau will face his challenges, too, in time. It’ll only give me something to write about! 🙂