Tonight I made a conscious effort to actually have a full conversation with my 20 month old about what he had done with his dad today, where he’d gone, what he’d seen. He stared at me in awe, mesmerised.
I always talk to him but not as full on and animated as this, and he loved it. Why haven’t I been doing this all along?
My toddler has many words but doesn’t string together any sentences yet and I feel like it’s my fault. I read to him every day but clearly I am not doing enough.
He was born 2 weeks before the first lockdown and he is my first.
I don’t feel comfortable with lots of indoor groups due to covid so instead we go to the play parks and other outdoor spaces, but my friends take their toddlers to indoor soft play all the time, and I feel like a terrible mother.
I am so scared that I have failed him, that I will continue to fail him all the time.
He has mountains of toys but he’s far more interesting in my things. I Google age appropriate toys to help him develop, then get overwhelmed by the choice and end up feeling like once again I am failing him.
I so desperately want him to be happy and feel the love that we feel for him. His face lights up when I walk through the door from work and he greets me with a cuddle as he says “‘mama!”, so I am sure that he does. But am I enough?
Any other first time mums questioning themselves this evening? Blame it on the weather, perhaps..