Sweet Nothing

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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Suzy Higley

Suzy Higley

Wife to my childhood sweetheart. Stay-at-home mom of 3 awesome boys, ages 14, 12, and 5. My youngest is non-verbal and has Autism. Currently starting a community with other Autism Moms called Better Together. More social learning opportunities for our kids on the spectrum are needed...and because I couldn't find them, I'm creating them. I also draw and paint on both paper and walls...and furniture. And speaking of furniture, I have a chronic furniture rearranging condition that I'm seeking help for. Not really...it's my favorite.

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  • Steve Meddaugh

    That is so awesome to hear. You guys truly had something to be thankful for this year!