Keep calm, you kid will talk.
I know it doesn’t feel that way. I know when faced with your kid’s precocious eighteen-month-old friend who is already stringing sentences together and using words with more syllables than you can manage after another-sleep deprived night, you will feel like you have failed.
This happens to all parents mono or multilingual, though those trying to raise multilingual kids are often actually subtly –or not so subtly– accused of bringing this on themselves. (Which, for the record, is supported by zero research. But who needs research these days?)
The nasty voices that never seem to go away will be haranguing you:
It’s your fault, you shouldn’t have gone back to work.
You should have spent more time describing every small detail like: watch mommy unscrew the cap on the tube of Preparation H – that’s hemorrhoid cream. Now squeeze the tube and apply a small amount to your index finger. See my index finger? And then gently rub…I’ll leave you wondering whether it’s for sagging eyes or sagging innards.
I shouldn’t have stuck her in front of Baby Einstein when I was showering, cooking, walking the dog –yes walking the dog but I assure you she was well strapped in.
You suck as a parent.
Did you really believe you could bring up a multilingual kid? It’s your fault, forget all the studies that say a kid will just develop speech when they are ready and listen to the uptight mother at the Pediatrician’s office who simply ‘knows’ your kid is still stuck on mama and bye-bye because you speak another language to her.
You should have read more, talked more, jumped up and down in a hoop while juggling pacifiers…
You are just innately stupid as you have long suspected and now that is manifesting itself in your offspring.
I am hoping your voices aren’t nearly as vitriolic as mine. I spent hours perusing websites, buying books on encouraging speech, learning sign language, and of course keeping a positive face in front of all of those wondering why my kid still barely uttered a few words.
And then it happened. She started talking. The floodgates opened and I sat, immersed in the tidal wave of words, elated –for about 48 hours before the very awful thought crept into my mind”
My God, when is she ever going to stop? She is the Duracell bunny. She just keeps talking and talking and talking and talking and talking…
Careful what you wish for.
Keep calm, your kid will talk. And then they will never shut the f*%$ up.
This post was written for October’s Raising Multilingual Children Carnival, hosted by Discovering the World Through My Son’s Eyes. It will be going live Monday October 28th. Please check out all the wonderful submissions. Of course, had I been organized and realized this month had a specific topic, you’d also find my post there. Of course, you won’t. Welcome to my world.
Hahaha! I wish I had read that a few years ago- my first daghter was exactly the same!
You are welcome!
Tell me about it! My younger one is just at the point of taking off (more words but no sentences yet), but my husband and I theorized recently that it may cause our almost six-year-old actual, physical pain to keep quiet. :)
We have shouting wars in out house as each attempts to out-decibel the other. I need earplugs.
My first one was like that, wish i knew better back then.
Hey, on a different note, my site has a new name now: http://mypartofthehorizon.wordpress.com/
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I wrote the post I wish I had read 5 years ago. Amazing what hindsight does. Can’t wait to check out your refresh! I am heading off 11 days offline to the Thai wilds but will do when I get back!
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