I know this little boy. He has my eyes. My smile. My husband’s adventurous spirit. His hair and height. He wants to know how EVERYTHING works. He’s obsessed with cars and building.
He’s everything I imagined he’d be. He’s our first little love, our son. He means the world to me.
And yet, I feel like I’ve failed him.
Apparently he is behind in his speech. And I completely missed it.
It wasn’t until my nearly two-year-old’s child care teacher made a point of saying he had a lot less words than some of the other kids, then insinuated I was a bad mum (gee, THANKS), that I realised something might be wrong.
I’ve been kinda busy. We had our second baby five months ago, so we've had two kids under 17 months. She’s had a lot of reflux. We moved house. I’ve kept working. I got post natal depression. Phew.
Our son has had a lot of ear infections, some of which I haven’t even noticed. How can you notice, when sometimes the only symptom is them whinging? Ummmm, they’re a toddler, of course they’re going to whinge a lot! It’s called the terrible twos for a reason.
He’s been behaving terribly. But now, that kinda makes sense. I figure he’s super frustrated with not being able to talk as much as the other kids, and as much as he ‘should’, so is behaving badly to get his frustration out. He’s actually bitten someone. And pinched. My child, a biter. Jesus, I never thought that would happen.