I could just sit here and reel off the amount of “No’s” in list form, however I feel this may be as tedious for the reader as it is for me when I hear the answer I’ve been very accustomed to over recent days.
I know as mothers we should find all moments in their development as magical milestones and we should naturally worship every second, however I’ve got pretty disenchanted by this phase.
Here are a very few examples I have encountered today:
“Let’s go to the park?” “Noooo”
“Shall we do some colouring in?” “Noooo”
“How about playing with your mega blocks?” “Noooo”
“How about you stop saying No?” “Noooo”
“Will you stop saying No if I let you eat your body weight in chocolate, draw on the walls, watch Paw Patrol till you’re square-eyed and rig the lottery so we win millions of pounds and we can go on holiday all the time, buy a mansion and become a family who never, ever has to work again?” (ok I digressed; that last one’s for me)
Guess what the little champ said? Well, he didn’t actually respond at all to that because he had got distracted and was now sitting behind the wheel of his little red car.
Most responses are met with the same whinging tone and I would say that 99% of the time, he actually means “Yes”. I’m not too sure whether it’s the whine or the expression of the opposite meaning that bugs me more!
Don’t get me wrong, his darling little voice captivates me and is the most precious sound. His weird toddler babbling has me in fits of laughter and when little man does get a word right… well, now that just makes me burst with pride. I can’t even begin to describe my emotional state when he says “Mumma” and runs up to me for a cuddle. Rupert literally morphs into a living angel and my womb instantly screams to be impregnated again.
But this “No” chapter is a real ball ache I must say.
Which leads me nicely into the biggest bloody outrage… the uninvited feedback from others. Fucking motherly, ‘friendly’ feedback. We get it thrown in our faces by competitive or ‘concerned’ parents and family for pretty much all aspects of motherhood. After overcoming loads of motherhood hurdles, I’m now contenting with people who feel that at 24 months, Rupert should be saying more and should be past this stage. Oh right, yes, sorry I forgot you all have Language Development Degrees; should he be reading Shakespeare’s ‘Sonnets’ by now?
Only a few weeks ago I had someone say to me that their child started talking at 11 months old. Erm… right ok… firstly, it was probably only you and your partner who could decipher what the actual fuck was being said. Secondly, good for you and your child. Do you want me to say that you have a child genius on your hands? Do you want me to congratulate your English language teaching skills? I’m not really sure what else they were achieving by stating that. Unless they were trying to make me feel like my child is thicker than a brick wall and under-achieving the ‘perfect child’ milestones? My only response was “That’s great, all children develop different things at different stages”. Rupert’s would have probably been “Noooo”.
Little do ‘observers’ realise that Rupert DOES say some words, and believe me when I say that he comprehends everything. Whether he complies or not depends on his current level of the toddler tantrum scale. My boy can be shy which I think can sometimes hold back verbal communication, especially outside of the home, but I’m not worried about his learning development so I sure as hell don’t expect anyone else to be concerned, thank you very much!
I am, however, slightly paranoid about how long the ‘Noooo’ phase lasts for; mainly for my sanity. Hmmm maybe I should finish this post so that I can go back to repeating sounds and words for Rupert to copy… #joking #notjoking