Sometime before I had DS, I believed in a child's capability to adapt. I believed the fact that I myself grew up happily in a family with full-time working parents and my parents coped with less resource at their hands proves a child can thrive with loving parents alone.
But what I used to believe has been shaken up by the challenge my DS faces (or say how I perceive he's facing).
He's 3 years and a half, but with very quirky personality and modest to severe speech delay. 2 months ago, the assessment said his speech was at 2-2.5 year level. He's never been a people pleaser and even when he was a baby he rarely smiled back at people who gave him smile. I can't say he's reserved as most of the time he's a very happy little person. But I can't understand those moments like when he refuses to look at people while saying good-bye. Like last weekend, he spent the entire two days with my friend's daughter who's 8 years old and they got along really well and he adored her company. But in the end, when we needed to leave, he literally refused to say anything to her or look at her. Because his speech is delayed, he refuses to make friends in the nursery or I can say he doesn't regard any of them as friends even though he does like the nursery teachers.
Just to clarify, he's not autistic as we've seen by an expert in the field (actually he got a comment after the 90 minutes assessment by the pediatrician saying he's charismatic) and he also has no glue ear which has been checked. Just started speech specialist last week.
I know I might be overthinking here. But today when I read a group post about how other SAHMs chatting cheerfully which summer camps they would sign up for their kids, I feel really bad. I asked DH if DS would be a different person (more sociable and speaks better) if I had been a SAHM and had taken him to different activity groups during the week and had seen more different people/children and had pushed him to have more social stimulation.
Last week, I got really frustrated with his speech (every request was "that" or "that thing" rather than proper names) and felt constantly sad about the fact that he has no friends and certainly does not regard any as his friends in the nursery. When DH came back from work (DS was asleep already), the first thing I did was to grab his arm and cried like 10 minutes asking him "Will he be fine?"...
I feel really awful for DS and also constant question myself why I haven't done more for him if I haven't sacrifice enough to make him a normal kid...
He's 3.5 and will be going to school Sept next year. I feel like he wouldn't have a good start because I haven't done enough...