You know the phrase: If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it must be a duck.
I guess I have a big bold label on me saying – sucker!
Flags go up when each in turn your neighbours’ infants are constantly crying (and you can hear them through closed windows); day after day, week after week. You start to ask yourself “Is that baby still crying?” Then comes the day you realise that the toddler is outside on her swing with her father nearby and you think ‘great, she’s not crying’.
But then as you’re pottering in your garden generally letting your thoughts and plans float around you as usual you realise you aren’t hearing ANY conversation from over the fence. Eventually you realise that the father has been outside with his child for more than 30 minutes and said little or nothing to her!
It hasn’t been hard to recognise that the child was in a state of nervous panic all the time, it showed in her face and her body. Then came the casual post hurricane gathering outside our house with father and daughter and another neighbour.
I tried to communicate with the child, she seemed responsive, if still nervous. When I suggested she and I took a walk she came along, me talking the whole while. I was really checking to see how responsive she was even though she wasn’t talking at 2+. I suggested we cross the road and she shook her head ‘no’. That was a good sign and I complied with her wishes.
Eventually I went next door on occasion to do some childcare while the mother was out. Since I always carry toys and books with me it didn’t really register that there were few toys or books around and that what was around hadn’t been kept in ‘sets’ – as in foam letters kept together, teacups and saucers and the like. I suggested to the mother that the child was ready for crayons and paper “Just get a ream of typing paper from Walgreens†I said. Nothing there the next visit, so I brought my own.
The child still wasn’t talking but she did enjoy going with me for walks with her younger sister in the stroller. We saw lots of flowers, signs, ducks and other birds and she was curious about everything. I didn’t have any problems with her, especially since we had roads to cross and we looked in a couple of canals.
Then came the day I had the 6 month old sister in my house to bail the mother out in an ‘emergency’ only to discover that the child’s legs were like jelly!! No muscle tone whatsoever! I was astonished and then realised that the infant had sat or slept in her jiggly baby seat each time I was there. I had to assume that she had spent most of her first 6 months there.
Since she was walking at about a year I dismissed it from my mind.
So here we are currently with an almost 4 year old communicating in limited fashion and attending virtually fulltime pre-school and a toddler nearly 2 and still at home with the mother. The 2 year old is mediocre at best with receptive language, not so hot with joint attention and doesn’t make sounds following prompts by the adult and almost expects someone to pick her up when she wants, even though she’s quite capable, if weak, of climbing up on the couch beside you.
More things amiss.
To top it all off I knew that they were moving across town. The mother had said “would you come to my new house to care for the girls?†I agreed. We saw the Uhaul next door one weekend and POOF! they were gone!
Not so much as a goodbye.
So I will not be available ever again. I have been used and taken advantage of for the last time.
This surely was a ‘duck’ – I just didn’t see all that yellow staring me in the face!!
And you wonder why I think developmental delays are caused by the parents?