My baby is talking to me. Ok, he’s 5, but that doesn’t make any less sweet. In fact it’s sweeter because I’ve waited so long for it. He knows I’m mommy, and when I hear him say it, it sounds …just right.
He’s still getting comfortable with talking, so I don’t hear mommy unless I ask for it. I hear pizza, pop and lots of other words that he is highly motivated to get, usually toys and YouTube cartoons he’s obsessed with. But it’s ok, because it’s coming and his voice is as sweet as an angel.
This month he learned to say his name, address, school, teachers’ names, his brothers, and a lot more. He’s even reading a little. The best part is I can ask him a question and he is learning to listen …AND answer. I know this seems like nothing, but to a mom of a non verbal child with autism, it is a miracle.
Sometimes it’s easy to focus on the hard stuff, but there is SO much good stuff. The good stuff is in the details and in the stuff that doesn’t come easy. I hope I never take for granted the miracle of hearing my child talk to me. My baby boy’s voice is the sweetest nothing I have ever heard.
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