You think I have the wrong photo. A story about hearing should have a picture of an ear, naturally. But listen… listen to my girl. Listen to her speak.
You will hear her at age 2 and a half. There are very few words but tons of expression. You will see that she is thinking. She notices there are cows in the book. She notices that she’s wearing cow pjs. She says ‘eeeez’ for cheese and lots and lots of MAHM (mom) for filler words. She’s in there, and she knows it.
You will hear her at age 4, after 2 years of therapy. You will hear me prompting every response and you will hear her answer awkwardly but correctly. One-word answers, but with joy. Lots of new words in 2 years. ‘Neigh-neigh’ for horse and purple and Bubba could possibly be the same word… but it’s what she can do. It’s inarguably progress.
And now, she is 6. She speaks like your average 2-year old, but we are MILES, states, and continents from where we started. She has different, distinctive vowel sounds and a regular rhythm. She is so, so very far behind her peers… but she is moving forward.
It is music to my ears. The difference is stunning. Perhaps you have to have lived through the last four years of therapy to hear it. Perhaps, just maybe, it doesn’t sound like much has changed. I get that. But hidden there in the effort and the smiles and the consonant-vowel-consonant combinations… hidden there is something I have not heard before.
It sounds like possibility.
reading a book (age 2 and a half)
talking about her horse (almost 4)
reading a book (age 6)
doing her vocabulary words (age 6)