When my daughter was a baby, some of my best memories of that difficult
first year were of going grocery shopping with her. I'd toss her in the
sling and talk to her as I made my way through the aisles, discussing
what we were buying and what she might like to eat. Since I work at
home, I shop during the day when the senior citizen brigade all goes to
the store, and I got very strange looks as I chattered my way along.
I
was following the same advice we've all gotten, of course, to talk to
my baby in an attempt to develop her language skills. She apparently
didn’t read the memo since she was a late talker (although now she
never. Shuts. Up. Ever), but I still think it was worth doing because I
enjoyed it.
Now social workers in Boston are actually training lower-income, less educated parents...
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