Maj wrote:Neeek wrote:Every parent I've ever spoken to has said their life goes to hell as soon as the kid can get about on their own. So, basically, delaying the walking time is a defense mechanism for the parents' sanity. And there is no practical reason that being able to walk or crawl earlier is going to benefit the child. Where the hell are they going to go?
Well, I'll let you know what happens when Giovanni can get around. So far, I've wanted him to be mobile because it means things like potty training can start. Unlike a lot of parents, there is no way on God's green earth that I'm going to change diapers until he's three. I also, unlike a lot of people,
want my kid to get into stuff. Yeah, it's gonna be a pain, but curiosity is how children turn into smart adults. Killing curiosity by limiting mobility is why parents should have had a philodendron rather than a child.
Giovanni's been walking for five months now (he crawled for six months), and it's great for me because I don't have to carry him everywhere. He can walk a good two miles on his own (though very slowly, so being in a hurry still necessitates a stroller), and that's awesome because not only does my arm not fall off, but he gets hellaciously tired and sleeps forever.
I love the walking.
But I
have discovered what makes a parent's life bound for hell, and it is not walking. It's carrying the step-stool around.
So now, my intrepid son can carry the stool over to the kitchen counter, steal a fork, run off with said stool and open my sewing drawer, exchange the fork for a pair of my sewing scissors, use the stool to climb up on top of my small freezer, and shove the scissors into my purse.
Or use the stool to climb onto my desk and turn my stereo on so he can listen to his music and talk on the phone.
Or use his stool to climb the short bookcase in his room so he can turn on the light.
Or use the stool to climb into the bathtub and play in the bucket of handwash I set soaking.
Or use the stool to climb onto the bathroom counter so he can brush his teeth.
Or use the stool to reach the cable modem in the hallway closet and unplug it (while I'm trying to post).
No... Walking was not hellish. The extra ten inches is.
