There was a time when we were worried my son would never speak. those worries are, thankfully, behind us. Lil’ B.’s vocabulary grows stronger every day. He asks for drinks, shows me where things are and calls people by name. The world is no longer an anonymous, nameless place to him. This is a blessing wrapped in a rather jabbery curse, as now my son is never quiet, but it beats the alternative.
The school is as happy about this as we are:
Lots of talking and initiating interactions. (I’m leaving out the rest today because it’s of a personal nature)
Soon I fear that I’ll have yet another small voice yammering for attention incessantly. Of course when I do have that worry I remember the years of silence…
then i smile.
Peace. I’m out.
