CHAPTER 11 Middle Childhood: Biosocial Development |
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My daughter seemed lonely in the early weeks of first grade. Her teacher told me that she was admired, not rejected, and that she might become friends with Alison, who was also shy and bright. I spoke to Alison’s mother, a friendly, big-
Unpredicted, however, is that Sharon became my friend. She and her husband, Rick (an editor of a fashion magazine), had one other child, a pudgy boy two years older.
When my daughter and Alison were in fifth grade, I mentioned to Rick my interest in longitudinal research. He recalled a friend, a professional photographer, who took pictures of Alison and her brother every year. The friend wanted them for his portfolio; Rick was happy to oblige. He then retrieved an old album with stunning depictions of sibling relationships and personality development from infancy on. Alison was smiling and coy, even as an infant, and her brother was gaunt and serious until Alison was born, when he seemed to relax.
Rick was happy with my interest; Sharon was not.
“I hate that album,” she said, slamming it shut. She explained that she told the pediatrician that she thought her baby boy was hungry, but the doctor insisted she stick to a four-
Decades later, my daughter and I are still friends with Alison and Sharon, whose adult son is obese. His photo as a thin, serious infant haunts me now as well.
Did Sharon cause his obesity by underfeeding him when he was little, or by overfeeding him later on? Or did his genes and culture interact in a destructive way? Or was he rebelling against his father, whose profession glorifies appearance?
This chapter begins our description of middle childhood, which is usually a happy time. This chapter also describes some problems of this period, and the interaction of genes and environment that cause them. Consequences and solutions are complex: Sharon and Rick are not the only aging parents who still wonder what they could have done differently and how they can help their adult children now. I wonder, too.
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