Apparently if Wriggly did X then he would be "better".
I heard this news second hand, from a reliable source, last week, and it stopped me in my tracks. As my chin headed floor-wards, and my eyebrows to the ceiling, I was without words to verbalise either the ridiculousness or the judgy-ness of the comment. It was so many types of wrong I didn't know which one to refute first. I settled for a withering stare, which my informant agreed with.
Why do we do this to each other, this Olympic mothering? Why do we make such hurtful and gratuitous comments, unleashing them from the smug confines of our brains to slash at others.
The identity of X is irrelevant. It's not something I'm against, but it's something that doesn't suit our family right now. X would not make Wriggly smilier or hugglier or happier. It might help him to develop in some areas faster than he is now, but it also might not. I'm quite comfortable to just let the boy grow and change as he will, without pushing or pulling or prodding. He's a child, and he will just develop as he does, to some extent regardless of what those around him do beyond loving and supporting him and giving him opportunities.
Note to the world at large: most mothers are going to bristle when you assert that their offspring could be better. Do so at your peril.