When we shared my husband’s Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) diagnosis with his parents, they sat there in silence. Slow-motion minutes passed by as my father-in-law, whom I’ve come to learn is all about the control and conformity (he frequently tells my one year old to use his right hand), continued to stare down at his hands, stunned. Finally, he looked directly at my husband and said:
Toddlerhood is my favourite stage so far. Seriously, terrible twos, threenager – why does the world take such a negative view of this vibrant time in a baby’s life? When I thought about it, I quickly realized that to be fair, most stages of childhood and adolescence are judged harshly and labelled negatively. Poor teens certainly don’t escape the judgement levelled their way.
Unwrap my heart carefully
I recently read an article ominously titled “Being a good parent will physiologically destroy you, new research confirms”. The one subtitle casually read: Empathizing with your kid is great but it comes at a price.
The other day, my fifteen month old son expressed a need that has become a rite of passage for babies of his generation. That need was to have a phone that was kept nearby on the table, left there by someone who was visiting us. I’m referring to this as a need because from the perspective of my young one, it certainly wasn’t a mere whim or want – in his eyes it was an absolute compulsion. He had to have the phone.