I think I’ve been reading A Diary Of a Mom too much lately…but it really is easier than retyping it all lol. This was a comment I made on a question this morning in a Facebook group in response to a mom who was worried about her son still being nonspeaking at 3 and looking for hope.
That last part, folks, is a place it took me a while to get to…but you know what? I’m happy here in this place. I have a healthy, happy little boy who “tells” me he loves me in so many different ways every day. Words are nice…but I’d rather have this over actual spoken words said in disassociated rote memorization to get a reward. He loves me with every fiber of his being, and with his whole self…just as is his joy, pain (I’m not as big a fan of that being a whole self experience…I’m still a mom), excitement, and curiosity. It is pure and unadulterated by social rules, and expectations that most start to understand at way too early of an age.
So many of us start life with this exuberance only to have it tamped down…I know that probably even now his wings are being chipped at but I’m not going to be the one to do it. I want him to fly!