“My Story…” Monday: A – The Boy Can TALK!

(You can catch up on A’s story right here: The Pregnancy, The Birth, The Infancy, The Quiet Toddler, Advocating, What He COULD Do, Just A Boy, The (Hard) Next Step, Making a Friend, The Autism DiagnosisHe Talks, Hyperlexia, Your Baby Can Read, Another Evaluation, A New Kind of Special Need, Linear Algebra, The Triennial, The IQ Results, Bye, Bye Autism Diagnosis, Dr. C’s Plan, Second Grade Math, Is it too easy?, A Well-Rounded Child, Being a Team Player, The Acceptance of Children, Anti-Social?)
 

My A…

 

He’s a talker.  I mean SERIOUSLY… that boy can talk!  He talks about six-year old stuff, like Transformers and Spiderman.  He talks about sports stuff, like football records and how much the Bucs had to pay to get a coach who could shape up their offense.  He talks about speculative stuff, like how many yardsticks it would take to measure through the core of Pluto.  He talks about math geek stuff like what six to the sixth power is…  He TALKS.

 

Now, on the one hand, people could blame me for this.  I’m a talker too.  So is my dad.  Outgoing, friendly, chatty sorts, all of us.  But, really.  A’s talking goes even beyond that.  Life with him is kind of a constant narration and dissertation.  There are times I confess I just want him to pause and breathe.  A regular statement at mealtime for me is, “Less talking, more eating.”  It’s not that I discourage dinnertime discussions… but, honestly, that boy will just talk, talk, talk.

 

When people point this out to me (which is funny in and of itself– I mean, do they think I haven’t noticed?), I often laugh and remark, “Well, he has a lot of lost time to make up for!”  Because, if you think about it, he’s six right now and didn’t speak at all until shortly before his third birthday.  He missed out on some chatting time!

The thing is… we missed out, too.  At the time, it was simply so scary that our little boy never spoke that the fear took the forefront.  We were dealing with tons of therapy, autism evaluations, learning to sign, and all the rest.  There wasn’t really time for us to dwell on what WE were missing in the process; to do so, while justified, would have felt self-indulgent.

 

After A., of course, we had C.  Born four months early, she understandably has had some delays and struggles along the way.  She, too, was delayed in her speech (though not as significantly) and, when she did talk, was harder to understand.

 

And so, it is only now, as we parent our little G. through toddlerhood, that we can truly understand everything we actually missed…

 

As I listen to our two-year old point out, in wonder, the Christmas lights as we drive by…

 

As she wraps her arms around my neck and murmurs, “Yuv you too!”

 

As she declares decisively that she’s “… done marker-ing!”

 

As she insists, clearly, that she’s going to wear PINK pants today…

 

As she cheerfully sings the clean-up song to help out the priest

 

As she calls out sweet “nigh’-nights!” to her brother and sister…

 

As she belts out the lyrics of “Jingle Bells” (or her own song creation that we have dubbed “Daddy Mean”)…

 

As she approaches me in the kitchen with the question in her eyes and on her lips, ” ‘elp?

 

As I smile at the little girl she is becoming, I am also a touch sad.

 

A. never spoke in “toddler-isms”.   He never sang throughout the house.  He never whispered “love you”s or “night night”s or any of that.  And I can vividly remember driving down the long, straight Indiana roads, having a one-sided conversation and praying– WILLING– my little boy to talk with me.  But he didn’t.

 

And so, while I face another day of listening to his seemingly never-ending commentary, I smile.  Because, while I am wistful for all that I missed, I am unendingly grateful for all that I have.

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3 comments to “My Story…” Monday: A – The Boy Can TALK!

  • I’m so glad our speech delayed son was first. I would have been so much more stressed about it if I’d really truly known what normal speech was. Makes that typical talker seem like a genius! (Actually Kyle is certain Gus is a genius since he does everything so much sooner than Reese.)

    • I have to admit there are times when I’m shocked that C. can’t read everything in front of her and doesn’t seem to grasp addition… and then I remind myself that it is A. who is atypical, not her. :) (I know what you mean, though… G. is the only of our three who could chatter about anything at age 2!)

  • [...] (You can catch up on A’s story right here: The Pregnancy, The Birth, The Infancy, The Quiet Toddler, Advocating, What He COULD Do, Just A Boy, The (Hard) Next Step, Making a Friend, The Autism Diagnosis, He Talks, Hyperlexia, Your Baby Can Read, Another Evaluation, A New Kind of Special Need, Linear Algebra, The Triennial, The IQ Results, Bye, Bye Autism Diagnosis, Dr. C’s Plan, Second Grade Math, Is it too easy?, A Well-Rounded Child, Being a Team Player, The Acceptance of Children, Anti-Social?, The Boy Can TALK!) [...]

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