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A way with words

There was a time when we thought C might never make noise or speak. When he was a newborn, I remember telling my mother that I would never complain about his crying if he could just actually do it. At the time, he was on a ventilator, and we couldn’t hear his “voice.”  I wasn’t convinced yet that C would actually live, so suddenly a screaming baby seemed like a wonderful thing.

Of course, C did live, and once he had the tube out of his throat he made his voice known. But it was years later when we wondered if he’d ever really speak. I prayed to hear his voice, only this time in a different form: words. I wanted to hear words. Shortly before his second birthday, he said, “MAH” (translation: “MORE”), and celebration followed.

It was a long and painful journey from “MAH” to words and then to sentences and then to spontaneous speech. C was about six years old before the echolalia became unnoticeable to all but those of us closest to him. Then people commented on what an interesting vocabulary he had when he said old fashioned things like, “Good grief” (Charlie Brown); or quirky things like, “Save money, live better” (Walmart slogan).

All these years later, we have a kid who rarely closes his mouth. His constant stream of words, even while asleep, changed the joy I felt when he first spoke them into craving any moment of peace and quiet I could find.

Yet missing from C’s language was the vocabulary of compassion. I didn’t realize how much it was missing until I realized he all of a sudden seemed to acquire it. Last week, when I suggested to him that perhaps it was vital to have all the facts about something important before relaying it to us as truth, he said, “You’re right Mom. Thanks for telling me that as I wouldn’t have known how it impacted you.”

Ho. Ly. Cow. A. Bunga. I about fell out of my chair. I have never heard words like that from C. Ever. And I’m hearing things like that more and more when I talk with him. I find myself believing there might be change when he returns home in a quick six weeks. Could it be real? Only time will tell, of course, and I admit to being skittish about getting my hopes up too much. Still, there is a glimmer there of something we have never heard in his words, and hopefully his actions will follow.

It is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart. ~ Mahatma Gandhi

February 4, 2019 at 9:06 pm Leave a comment


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