No man is an island (unless his name is Madagascar)
I am a worry wort. Although I worry about pretty much everything I obviously worry most about Sam. Having gone back to work full time when Sam was just 6 months old I don’t feel I’ve had a huge influence into his life so far. I worry that I’m not teaching him all the things I should be teaching him.
Over the last couple of weeks I’ve realised it doesn’t matter if I’m not teaching him much because everyone else who loves him is. His Nana & Grandad (my in laws) look after Sam 4 mornings a week and Craig has him the rest of the time. Recently something about Sam’s speech has begun to click – he must have known I was worrying about that too! One night last week when I came home from work he very quietly, shyly but with a big grin on his face recited numbers 1 to 10! My genius boy! Craig’s smile was almost as big as Sam’s! For weeks he’d been counting as they walked upstairs, played with blocks, ate individual beans until Sam was able to say it himself. He does quite often miss 1, 6 and 7 but I’ll live with that! Craig has taught him to feed himself, recognise letters, sing a bit of the alphabet, name most of the characters from Peppa Pig (not sure about that one!), kick a ball and is helping install in him a love of books.
My in laws are also having a huge impact on Sam’s development. He now understand plurals – ‘2 buses mummy’, can name almost every item in the kitchen (miwowave, kekkle, kink, fwidge, fweezer), climbs down the stairs on his own and is better at walking and running as they go for a walk every day. His social skills are improving too as they are always out and about.
When my parents have Sam for a weekend he always comes home with new words, recently worms, wiggly, pease (please), agetti (spaghetti), mato (tomato) and butter have been added to his now impressive vocabulary.
So you see, I didn’t have to worry about Sam. There’s so many people who love him, care for him and help him develop that I can just enjoy his new skills when I come home from work. No man is an island and my name isn’t Madagascar. I’m not on my own with this & although sometimes I think I should be the one teaching him all this I’ve had to realise I’m not. The input and help from family and friends is bringing him on a treat. He starts playgroup 3 mornings a week next month and I cannot wait to see what that does for him. Playing with children his own age and making crafts is going to be fabulous for him.
I never realised how exciting it would be raising a child and it’s only going to get better.