“Another week at library story time. We’d been coming for years, and still my youngest wouldn’t sit on the rug with the other children. Instead he sat, frozen on my lap, not clapping, not singing.
“He’s a boy.” That was my mother-in-law’s answer anytime I voiced my concerns.
But it wasn’t just story time.
When we went to our Mommy and Me preschool gymnastics class he wouldn’t sit in the circle during warm up time. He would sit with his back to everyone else and push his toy car back and forth on the mat while the other children pretended to be butterflies or cats and did the stretches.
I might have been able to believe he was just shy, or that it was because he is a boy, but it was more than that.”
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