You know that mom. Maybe you’ve been that mom. At the playground. The museum. The grocery store. The library storytime. The restaurant. You see another toddler roughly the same size as your own. You watch them. You listen to them. You wonder if they’re talking yet. You see how many words you can understand. You then casually start talking to the parent.
Carefully you steer the conversation to the ages of the kids. You hope that if they are talking they are much older than your child.
Your child, the one who isn’t saying any words yet.
Inevitably most toddlers at this age and younger are already saying words. And once again you’re confronted with the fact that your child doesn’t talk yet.
At least that’s me.
I have a toddler daughter, Charlotte. Full of life, energy, curiosity and love. We live in a town of 1,000. Our interactions with other kids come from church, the park, and the library. On a recent trip to visit grandma we found ourselves surrounded by toddlers wherever we went.
So I began to look and listen carefully.
Everywhere we went I was confronted by other toddler’s words.
At the playground they yelled, “Watch me; Slide; Swing!” At storytime they answered the librarians questions about the animals they saw on the page. At the walking trail they yelled, “Look, water!” At the kids museum they held a toy and yelled “Mine!”
And with each word I could hear my child’s silence.
From the beginning my mom has reminded me that babies and toddlers don’t read the books on parenting and development.
They do what they need to do when they’re ready. Charlotte didn’t crawl till she was a year. Which seemed like a lifetime. Especially when you see Facebook movies and pictures of your friends’ babies crawling up and down the hallways.
Now, talking, or the lack of her talking, feels more personal.
Feels like there’s more blame to be placed. Especially for this mother who loves words and stories. Like I should have read one more book to her at night. Like I should have taught her sign language.
Like I should have brought her to more toddler activities. Like I should have sat on the floor and talked with her more. On and on and on. Until I’m sick with worry. Until I forget to look at my daughter.
To look at her now. To really see her. To watch her. To be present to her at each precious moment.
You see I found that with all my attention to her lack of words I failed to notice what my daughter actually is doing.
Concentrating on what she’s not doing I forget to see this beautiful, unique, and special gift right in front of me.
It’s not easy, I admit. I want her to talk. I want to hear her call me mama. I want to know her voice and tone and how she’ll name this world.
But while I don’t hear her words, I see so much.
I see her hugging and loving her dog.
I see her reaching to her books every morning when she wakes.
I see her reading her books turning the pages and laughing.
I see her run forward during story time hands raised to reach the book.
I see her walk with open arms to another toddler offering a hug.
I see her hands fold to pray when we say, “Let’s pray.”
I see her run to the watering can when I announce it’s time to go to the garden.
I see her take me to the cherry tomato plants every time we’re outside to pick one to eat.
I see her cheer for her daddy on Sunday mornings while he leads worship.
I see her wave to every car and person who passes by.
I see her pick up a leaf or stick to study it.
I see her body wrapped around me in a full embrace.
I see. I see. I see.
When I turn my attention away from what she’s not doing, I open my eyes to so much more.
To all the things that she is doing. To all the ways she is living. I open my eyes to this precious gift, full of wonder and curiosity.
I still wonder the ages of other toddlers. I still listen longingly to their voices and words. I’m still waiting with anticipation for Charlotte to speak.
But until then, I’ll keep looking at her. And seeing her.
This post originally appeared on Scary Mommy
My youngest daughter was not a talker. She did not babble like other babies never the baba, dada, mama ect… but when she did start she was speaking in full sentences way beyond her years. She was just an observer. She watched and learned. That was her style. Today, at 16 yrs old and ending her sophomore year she is at the top of her class, a cheerleader, basketball player and in the schools gifted and talented program. She is still an observer and will sit back quietly and read a situation or person noticing small details others would miss. She is such a joy and a level headed strong young woman. Embrace your little one as she grows you will begin to understand how truly beautiful this trait is.
I so wish I would’ve found this article in may of this year. My SiL is raising her daughter just a few weeks older than mine, and she’s actually A quite gifted child. Just shy of her 2nd birthday she was speaking in full sentences, was fully potty trained, was becoming fluent in a second language, knew numbers, letters, could even do basic math problems! She was speaking words and partial sentences at 10 months old. It never bothered me because my sweet girl was wired differently, more content in everything, and I was ok with it until my SiL started planting fear in me that something was wrong. Then it turned into mocking, as my niece is able to spot the difference between Hungarian and English and my sweet baby wasn’t speaking either. It gutted me and is still a wound, obviously.
All that to say, thank you for sharing. Just because our kiddos are not speaking does not mean they are not absorbing life just as they were intended to. My big girl is finally at 27 months repeating after us and sharing bits of her world with us. It’s a truly gift ?