Getting happi-er
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- June
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Here’s a milestone: Pumpkin just discovered the suffix. Now, instead of saying something is “big, big,” to add emphasis, she can now say that it’s bigg-er. Other things are long-er. She feels happi-er. It’s a neat feat to witness. And a bit of a “told you so” to a pediatrician who scoffed that a couple of months wouldn’t make a difference in Pumpkin’s speech abilities. All around, we’re hearing a lot more full sentences and combinations with vocabulary I didn’t even know she possessed.
I bring all this up because I think parents shouldn’t devalue their own knowledge of their child just because an authority figure, like a doctor, has a conflicting point of view. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I saw a similar speech blossoming last year after Pumpkin passed her second due-date “birthday.” Now, as my growing preemie approaches her third due-date “birthday,” she is having another burst of speech development.
I would invite you to share your own tales of times where mom or dad were right — counter to the prevailing wisdom. (I’m thinking this could apply to anything from advice to hold back or move a child up a grade to whether to continue or discontinue lessons.)






















I could give you millions of examples Julie – I remember worrying that my son was too thin and the doctor was worried to. David hated to eat – he was too busy moving around and playing. So I spent about four years trying to feed him, chase him, make anything, beg him – my father’s words of wisdom – let him eat what he wants when he wants, pretty soon (adolesence) he’ll eat so much you can’t stop him – and David did
so all those years of worry and chasing only made me nervous, at about 11 he started eating anything that wasn’t nailed down and to this day hasn’t stopped
the doctors words—he must eat more – my father’s words—he won’t starve were in opposite ears; and if I listened to my father I would have had much calmer mealtimes
that’s just an easy one – I have 26 years of stories