Our journey to help Noah find his voice has been so long. There are days when I feel the effort has been too taxing, and we still have so far to go, maybe we should just rest, retreat and accept that where we are is where we’re going to be for a while.
After talking about two-word phrases for two years now, Noah is finally starting to say them on his own. Today it was “eat cookie.” I know it doesn’t sound like much, but I have fought through good days and bad, good moods and bad, days when it felt downright irresponsible to spend yet another 30 minutes on drills and two-word phrase activities that we’d done 100 times before. I have fought hard for that two-word phrase. And yet as hard as I’ve fought for it, there is one person who has fought even harder – Noah. Stringing sounds together to form words and then stringing words together to make phrases is more difficult for Noah than any of us could imagine. I don’t know if he fully understands how important it is that he learns to do this; I suspect he just understands that it is really important to Mommy that he learns to do this. That’s why he endures daily drills and endless repetitions of functional phrases like “open door” and “milk please.” But when he dives for a box and carefully and thoughtfully says “eat cookies,” it leads me to believe he has caught a glimpse on how important it is for HIM that he moves forward with speech. Oh how I hope so!
In the meantime, it’s cookies and milk for everyone – on the house!