*****UPDATE: This is a relatable post ONLY and is a collection of experiences and feelings since the birth of my children. It is not a targeted letter to any particular family members, friends or acquaintances. The pronoun ‘you’ is merely a stylistic choice.*****
A child’s development is not open for public debate.
Want to quickly piss me off? Start questioning my child’s development. Ask me questions like, “Is so-and-so doing X yet?”. Or use phrases like “Have you seen X from (insert child’s name)?”.
News flash, my children are not required to perform for you. Nor are they animals to be trained. They don’t have to jump, sing, recite, walk on a balance beam or anything else to prove their development. They are not required to smile at strangers, allow for their hair to be touched (parent of a red-head problem!!), or do anything to make a stranger happy. So if they get upset meeting their playgym instructor for the second time and aren’t interested in interacting with her, that does not mean I haven’t been socializing my children. It means they’re three years old. If my children don’t want to smile or give you a high five as you pass by my grocery cart, it does not make them rude, or unsocial.
My child is perfectly unique and yes, quirky.
My child is under no obligation to fit into your mould of what “normal” is. In fact, I’d rather my children marched to the beat of their own drum, hell I even encourage it! I don’t care what the preschooler down the street is doing, or what so-and-so did at their age, my children are in competition with no one.
The hour or two that someone may spend with my children in a week, month or year is not representative of who they are or their behaviour. Simply because my child is quiet and shy outside of the comfort of his parents does not mean that he is lacking in language or social development. It is not a friend or family members responsibility or their business to track or monitor a child’s “perceived” development. Sorry not sorry if it hurts your ego that my children are more comfortable sharing their thoughts and words with their parents or sibling. My children do not exist to feed anyone’s ego. Because again, my three-year-olds are under no obligation to be anything other than themselves.
I don’t care if you think my children are different, I don’t care if my children ARE different. At the end of the day, it is not your concern. WE are the parents, thankyouverymuch.
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