My son never did crawl. After joining the XXYY Project I found out a lot of the boys never did either. Just knowing that others had experienced this was a comfort I can’t even begin to express.
I started to get concerned when he didn’t walk but those watchful eyes of his still swung back and forth drinking in our every move. He’d watch his brother and sister run around the house: laughing, screaming, jumping, playing and singing. Then one day, at 18 months, I guess he decided enough was enough. He wanted to be a part of the fun and he took his first steps. He walked as if he’d been doing it his whole life. The pattern of his life had begun.
Quiet, content, ever watchful until “Bam!” the decisions to jump into whatever game caught his fancy. And determined and persistent? You have no idea the depths of his desire. Once he put his mind to something he would practice over and over until he got it right, or until he figured his own way of doing it.
He was always so practical. Actually I think “literal” would be a better choice, just like a computer. Information in – information out. If he was hungry, whatever was available he ate. He didn’t always make the best of choices though. He ate an eraser once and I could never leave him alone with crayons. I asked him once why he did it.
He looked at me with an astonished expression, like I should know why and would say, ” It felt good to chew on the eraser mom.” or, “Crayons make my teeth pretty.” He had a reason for everything he did. It just wasn’t always the reason you expected but it made sense to him and that was all that mattered to him.
I was always delightfully surprised at his reasons and despite my desire to ‘teach him a lesson in life’ it was hard to follow through when a giggle popped out of my mouth or at the very least a smile. Then he would look at me with a knowing look as if to say, “See mom I DID have a reason.”
How did your son make you smile?
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