I remember Little Miss when she was around 16 months old. She was such a calm and meticulous child. She could get lost in a handful of blocks for an hour without asking for any attention on our part. She had (and still has) an analytic mind. Even at such a young age, she didn’t want to just do, she wanted to know… Hours we spent pouring over books with her sitting quietly, pointing, repeating, listening to our words. We were finger painting by then, we were exploring through touch, sight and sound. We were dancing. there was so much going on and she just couldn’t get her fill. She always wanted more…
Then came Little Man. Now I went into this new parenting adventure knowing full well that every child is different. I think what never really imprinted on me was just HOW different two children from the same parents, growing in the same environment could be! It seems that everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING, I knew about raising a toddler went out the window and I’m starting new.
Back in July, just after our Little Man turned 1, I wrote a piece about his manic ways and a few solutions I had found to try and make my outings with him a bit less stressful. To this day, I’m honestly still trying to find a balance.
There are what I consider small things that we are slowly coming to grips with :
- My son doesn’t speak. We get a “mama” or a “papa” every few days, but aside from that, he has chosen sounds over words. It used to worry me a bit until I noticed a few weeks ago that he could follow a complex (or what can be considered complex for a toddler) set of instructions, both in English and French, which means he understands words. He’s also working the muscles of his mouth and is able to roll his tongue, growl and click his tongue on his soft palate which means that when he does decide to speak, he should be able to achieve pretty decent pronunciation pretty quickly.
- We are unable to read to him. Don’t get me wrong, we can read AT him, but he is running miles around the house as we do so. If we try to turn the book in his direction or sit him on our lap, within seconds, pages are being violently ripped out. So I’ve taken to reading magazines and flyers with him. Pointing at pictures and working on vocabulary. And if pages go flying, then it doesn’t hurt quite as much!
- He explores everything through banging : banging things together, banging me with things (or his poor big sister who tries SO HARD to not cry when he hits her with very blunt objects), banging things on furniture and walls. I won’t lie, it troubles me some. But everyone keeps telling me boys are rougher than girls… I don’t know. That seems a little “general” to me. Any thoughts???
- He’s a biter… Enough said right? *ugh*
I’ve been trying to find ways to connect with him, ways to get him stimulated. I guess patience is key. Maybe it’s hitting me harder than I would like because my arm is still hurt which limits my freedom of motion with him. Or maybe I just need to find more places that are engaging to him like the soccer field earlier this week. Motherhood is such a learning process. We never have it quite figured out, do we?
That being said, has he just now wakes up from his nap, we are heading for a little hike with friends. Last time we went on a hike, he swallowed a piece of tree bark. Wish me luck! *sighs and shrugs*
Are any of you raising (or have you raised) little rough-and-tough-bruisers? I would love your input.