My oldest son turned 3 years of age early this year, and at his 3 year checkup the pediatrician was concerned about his verbal development. Generally speaking men in my family are "late bloomers" when it comes to talking as toddlers. So the pediatrician recommended a consult with a child development specialist to evaluate my 3 year old for "normal development."
So my 3 year old was evaluated on 5 areas, from "verbalization" to "shyness" and he failed 3 of 5 categories (the specialist wrote "shyness" next to each failure). This isn't anything I didn't know, but I hoped that the "specialist" would have some sort of advice or resources to assist in teaching my son.
The "specialist" had no resources to give, and this week my wife received in the mail a notice that a committee on child welfare would meet to discuss our "case" at such and such a time and we are welcome to attend. I am livid, absolutely fucking pissed off.
Any person with two brain cells to rub together knows that this is a colossal waste of time for all involved. There is no environment better for my son than with his family. There is no immediate action to take to play "catch up" on his verbal skills that this committee can offer. The outcome is 99.9% certain that the committee will find "no evidence of neglect, endangerment, or abuse" and close the matter.
However, that .01% chance that the committee of busybodies will make some other determination pisses me off. I've been reloading ammunition to sooth my rage (assembling precision ammunition requires a calm mind).
In my sons 3 year life he has been stationed with me at three Army posts in three different states. He has held my hand and sent me off to war twice, and Captain's Career Course once. He will send me off to school again this summer, but come hell or high water we will see each other more than I was able to at MCCC. In comparison to other kids I think my son is amazingly normal and well developed.
For the last few days I've had the opportunity to look into my soul and see how far I would go to protect my child. They say don't get between a mama bear and her cubs. The same advice applies to not pissing off bruins as well.