I had married young, at the age of twenty. Completely in love, we entered into a new chapter and adventure in our lives. We were married nine years before our son was born; it was a planned time frame. We wanted time for just the two of us, and I was still pursuing my dance career.
Our bundle of joy arrived a bit early; almost three weeks. Little did we know that was a sign of whirlwinds to come with our son. I loved being a mom, and even though it was difficult to leave my darling, three weeks later I was back to teaching. We were lucky that my husband worked a different shift than my teaching hours; we only were in need of a sitter for 12 hours a week.
Being a first time mom, sometimes a parent does not know what to expect. Our precious child started to grow, crawl and hit the normal milestones. However, no matter how hard we tried to keep him on a schedule, he stopped taking naps at six months old. Before he could walk the little guy learned how to get out of his crib and dumped himself over the edge. For safety reasons we chose to have a family bed, so we would know where our little one was. Sleeping next to us, he would wake us up rather than leave the bedroom, if he awakened before us.
Concerns about what appeared to be hyperactivity were brought up at each pediatrician appointment. We were told he's young, get him on a schedule, etc., etc., etc. No matter how hard we tried, getting our boy to adapt to a schedule was impossible. This little one had an internal schedule of his own! For three and a half years I brought up concerns of my son's hyperactivity with his pediatrician, and at one point was told, "He's a boy." I was absolutely exhausted, beyond exhausted trying to work and run after my son. I had taught many years of children dance lessons and had never seen a child this active.
We are sitting waiting to go in to see the pediatrician for a 4 year old check up. My son is on the go in the waiting room, as always. I am thinking to myself that I just didn't understand how it was to raise a boy; this must be normal. What did I know as an only child and teaching dance to primarily girls. We proceed to the exam room where my son is climbing the walls. The doctor comes in, gives the four year old check up, and suggests that we see a psychologist because of his hyperactivity. What? Had I not for YEARS asked about this? The doctor explains that until the age of four, a decision is not made since different children mature at different rates. She then explained that the nerve endings in the brain take longer in some children to coat than others. I may have the last statement wrong, it's now been twenty years since that day. I was relieved and upset all at the same time. A well of four years of emotion shot through me.