Mah-mah

O the temptation! Once you have kids it is so tempting to compare and compare and compare — How old is she? How many teeth does your baby have? When did he start walking? How many words does he say? Does he do this? Does she do that? Blah blah blah blah BLAH! The questions are somewhat important because we use these types of behaviors as a type measuring stick that may or may not indicate whether a child is developing normally. Lucas has been very ‘average‘ in that when a book tells you that a child will do x between the ages of y and z, he does it exactly in the middle range (y + z/2).

So basically we’ve never worried ‘is he normal?’

The other day I got a book that focuses solely on the development of one-year-olds and tells you about the development of a child from twelve months to 24 months of age. Lucas falls pretty well within the spectrum of normal with some blips that are precocious. Note: He’s self-determined, easy to get along with and observant.

However one chapter focuses on speech and how many words a fifteen to eighteen month old child should have in his vocabulary. I quickly started tabulating how many words he will articulate: shoes socks hat hi water hot light &tc (all said with that Lucas flavour: choos, docks, hhhat, how, hhhhot, lighhhhht) & started worrying ‘omilordisa, he doesn’t say enough words’. Also notice that ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ are glaringly missing from the list (o shizzle!)
I started to worry.

I grabbed wade and asked him “do you think that Lucas can say twenty words?”

He paused and counted in his head and said “Uhm, not really…maybe about ten.”

I quickly filled him on the what the book had said.

We both started worrying.

Now let me just say that wade & i really try not to worry too much. We give mon cheri lots of room to explore. We don’t stress out about this that or the other, but for a moment we were both in that dark room asking ourselves ‘is everything okay with him?’.

Then wade said “even tho he doesn’t call you by name, he know who you are. If you ask him where’s mama, he’ll point to you. he knows that’s your name.”

And i said “yeah, and look at me. They thought I had development issues cos I talked late & look at me now. Maybe he just takes after me and since he’s a boy and in general boys talk later than girls, it’s a little more pronounced…”

The worry dissipated.

But we spent a lot of time this weekend asking him ‘where’s soandso?’ just so we could see him point at the person or item.

This morning I asked him to say ‘mama’ repeatedly cos he’ll mimic sounds that you say to him like ‘ah-doo-dah-dee-dah-doo’. He refused for a moment and then he looked me straight in the eye and said ‘mah-mah’.

It felt so good to hear that I cried a little.

Boy, has he got my number…

& he can say ‘mama’ when he wants.

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2 Responses

  1. spider rick Says:

    Cute tale of the life of a new parent. I think that it is not only the parents who tend to compare, but all elders who love and take pride in the child - Munkles, teachers, even older siblings sometimes. And while stressing is not good, I do think it is valuable to keep tabs on the developmental processes of children. It can be really important in guiding the focus of activities and routines. The fact is, many of the paths we follow later in life begin at the earliest stages of development. Not all, but many. The more advanced or sophisticated a child’s ability at a young age, the better they’ll be later. That goes not just for a single skill, but all skills. Motor and verbal abilities are connected to a degree. But no matter what I like your attitude of “wade & i really try not to worry too much. We give mon cheri lots of room to explore. We don’t stress out.” I think that comfort, too, is picked up on by children and reflected in their own personality.

    Posted on March 8th, 2006 at 9:51 am

  2. Organic Mutant - » You said we were make believe and I thought you said ‘maple leaves’* Says:

    [...] The internets is so funny. Sometimes I experience meta-jealousy about the cool lives that peoples lead. I think of my quotidian struggles that revolve around developmental milestones, diapers, and spills. Then a writer who makes interesting cultural commentaries on life, the universe, and everything makes a little err and I swoop in with my erudite corrections and experience a moment of meta-Schadenfreude. To wit: “Did anyone happen to catch the news today when several elected officials–liberal and conservative–were rebutting Hugo Chavez’ insulting comments about Bush II? Nancy Pelosi, who I respect a great deal, in a press conference, seemed a wee bit flustered. I could have sworn, correct me if I’m going deaf (which is a possible side effect of years of punk rock and house music), that she said that Chavez “fancies himself a modern day Simone BeauDevoir.” I tried to double check this online but came up empty windowed. Could this smart, sassy politician possibly have uttered such a malapopism? Perhaps only noticable to the intelligencia (so was it really a malapropism since most of the country is part of what Mike Judge terms an “Idiocracy“), Pelosi was referring, I assume to Simone de Beauvoir, Jean-Paul Sartre’s feminist partner for years. Apart from the name error–BeauDevoir in French actually translates into, “Handsome Assignment,” isn’t that an odd reference? Comparing a South American dictator to a feminist existentialist. It’s kind of like Dada. I just don’t get it.“ [...]

    Posted on September 22nd, 2006 at 10:51 am

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