Let the conversation begin.
A child's first words are a coveted moment, that turning point when the family's video library stops resembling a collection of Rudolph Valentino clips and enters the era of talkies. And as with all childhood milestones, those first forays into speech are often surrounded by controversy. In our case the incessant, pressure creating queries started coming before the first year was even up, and only increased in frequency thereafter: Is he talking? Has he started talking yet? Isn't he talking yet? Nevermind the fact that he started walking three months earlier than the norm, or the fact that he was communicating with over 30 appropriate hand signs with an efficiency that probably surpassed anything early speech could have provided. In fact, as time passed the most inappropriately forward of people at church felt it their responsibility to ask such questions as "do you think teaching sign was a bad idea?" and our all time favorite, "are you worried about autism?" No. Our wonderful pediatrician was very encouraging. His son, he told us, did not say a word until he was upwards of two years old. So we settled in for the long wait, and were greatly surprised, therefore, when in October, Calvin suddenly started repeating animal sounds. He could moo, quack, woof, meow, and even sound like a siren.
December, 2007
And then during the gap between Christmas and New Years we were delighted by a sudden flourish of new words. Like a ship taking on water, Calvin's vocabulary increased exponentially right before our eyes. He mimicked every word he heard and quickly tucked it away in his mind's dictionary, and this trend has continued. And after what had seemed like an excruciating wait under the caring yet disparaging eyes of our church community, I'm sure you can imagine our vexation when, just the other day, we were told "he is such a good talker for a boy his age! You must be so proud!" Yes, in fact, we are.
January, 2008
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