Strangest thing happened tonight.
I had a chat with my Noah (5 – with Down syndrome).
He was engrossed with his Duplos which he suddenly has a renewed interest in. I was walking by and I said, “Whatcha building?”
You know how when you have a child who has a speech delay, you ask questions that you never expect to get an answer to?
He looked up at me and signed, clear as a bell, “house.”
“House, you’re building a house?”
Then he signed “bathtub.”
Okay, a house with a bathtub in it.
The he signed “bath” again and pointed to me.
I had given him a bath earlier this evening, so I said, “Yes, I gave you a bath, didn’t I?”
He smiled and said his “Da,” which means yes.
We were conversing. It wasn’t a script, it wasn’t our typical speech therapy at home exchange. We were taking turns having a conversation.
And he had his own thought he wanted to communicate to me – that he remembered the bath I gave him.
And he was pretending – engaging in imaginative play – not just stacking Duplos – he was building a house.
With a bathtub.
I know people who celebrate each milestone like this with each of their children. I could never do it. I just wasn’t that impressed. Kids are kids. Of course they play, of course they build, of course they talk.
And then came Noah.