Since Piglet was my first baby and all his doctor’s assured me that he was progressing “as normal,” I assumed he was normal. I assumed that an 18-month-old didn’t talk much, 2 or 3 words and some signing now and then. I had a friend who had a baby 1 month younger than Piglet who talked all the time but he had a big brother and so I thought that was the main difference.
Now that Blueberry is 20-months-old, we can see just how wrong we were. Toddlers talk. All. The. Time. I swear; she learns a word or two a day. Sometimes, she is even able to communicate better than Piglet which is amazing. We often say what a genius she is because she knows the word “share” and what it means but realistically, she’s just “normal.”
I never knew how refreshing it could be to tell a toddler “go get your shoes” and have them actually go grab their shoes and try to put them on. Or the other day when she busted into the bathroom while I showered, she started going through my stuff and I told her “put it away, close the door, and go play.” And she did it. She really understands when we tell her commands. A few weeks ago, Hubs said he was worried we were holding her back because WE didn’t know how to parent a child who responds and understands. We still have so much guesswork when it comes to Piglet because he can’t express himself and we don’t want to just do everything for Blueberry because then how will she ever grow? After Hubs said that, we started making an effort to let Blueberry tell us her needs, wants, and desires.
It did not disappoint. Half the time I get her up from her nap, she is pointing at her diaper saying “pooped.” There’s not always poop but there’s always the need for a new diaper. She tells us when she’s done with her dinner and hands her plate to us. She refuses to eat without a spoon or a fork (something we often forget to give her since Piglet refuses flatware). She asks for milk and juice and when you give her the “wrong” drink she says “no” and indicates which beverage she wants. When we tell her to go wash her hands, she takes off running for the bathroom. She will not hesitate to tattle on Piglet when he isn’t sharing. I’ll be in the kitchen cleaning or cooking and she’ll come running in yelling “SHARE! SHARE!” and then I’ll go investigate the situation. While she knows what share means, she doesn’t always understand “taking turns” but we’re working on it.
With Blueberry, it is amazing how easy it is. I often wonder that this must be what it’s like for “normal” families to operate and how much easier that must be. Of course, I’d never trade Piglet out for a “normal” baby but it is nice to see his sister excelling.