Today was the first day I’ve ever thought, “This boy is going to talk. It is a matter of time.” It’s hard for me to imagine it many days because of the time that has passed. I have prayed and prayed that he would utter his first words—mama, dada, milk—something to tell us he could do it. I’m not going to lie to you, it has been tough these past 2 ½ years. The waiting and never having any verbal feedback, even after months of speech therapy. It’s a roller coaster ride and I just want off. At times I felt like it’s never going to click. Something is holding him back. Something deep inside his brain is not connecting. Otherwise we would see—and hear more. More.
But today is different. Today is promising. I have hope again. I can see it in the way he makes eye contact now and the way he shows joy when we mimic his vocalizations. Something is clicking. Something deep inside. I have hope. My little Kenneth is going to let me hear his voice this year.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
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