…because things do get better.
There was a time when the idea of G2 sitting down quietly to read a book in a library seemed preposterous. I still remember the death stares from the people in the “quiet section” that happened to be near a ramp my two-year-old son was tearing up and down in fits of giggles. I could feel the antipathy boring into my back with the intensity of a laser beam as I hauled my kicking and screaming toddler out of the library, red-faced. It was evident fairly early on that G2 was going to be nothing like G1, who could gently turn the pages and spend hours browsing at a bookstore. G2 in a bookstore is every parent’s nightmare – he would serially remove all the books from the shelves then disappear around the corner.
So if you have a child like G2, and you are despairing at never ever having a moment of peace, here’s the light at the end of the tunnel…
Yes, that is G2 in a library, sitting down quietly as he reads one of his favourite books – Scaredy Squirrel.
I won’t pretend that he has learned to become the same calm and rational boy that his brother is – nor do I expect that he will ever be that – but he is a little better. So have faith, they do grow out of it – sort of. Baby steps…
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