July 9th, 2015. This date deserves a title.
He said them. Those 4 words. Beautiful words.
Of course, I always say them and he says them back.
But, July 9, 2015, was different. No mimicking. No prompts.
Just him… spontaneously.
He is nine.
Most of those years, I wasn’t patient. Outside, yes. But inside, I was burning and yearning. It was a “long term” goal that I was not sure would come to fruition.
It did. I wasn’t ready.
My hands were drenched in soapy water from the sink and I felt a tap on my shoulder. “I love you, mommy.” It ended with a kiss on the cheek.
I was distracted and then became undistracted and… undone.
It reminded me of the days when he was young and we would go over animal noises. For years.
Over and over and over and over and over again to only hear crickets. Not a word.
One day I was nursing Margaret and he walked into the room, picked up a plush cow toy and said, “The cow says Moo!” and walked out, as if he were telling me with his middle finger pointed upward, “I am listening all of the time.”
I don’t know if or when I will hear those words again. Speech is complex.
But, I heard them once. The words came out of his mouth.
When the days are slow and difficult, a sweet gem of a blessing pops up to keep me going.
I know it does for you too.
This just happened to be a big one. <smile>
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