Yikes! Did I not catch it early enough? What a parent doesn't need is another voice telling her or him you are screwing this kid up. Clearly, I am as screwed up as they come, and while I screw circuitously downwards into severe batsh*t crazy I will wave, bow grandfully and throw roses.
How early is early? My little sprightling wasn't speaking at twenty months. She was echoing and cooing and she did have some trouble with putting all the monkeys in a basket. Or what have you. Oh and by the way she was delightful. But it is true. She wasn't speaking. She had said the word kitty, and I was so super excited! My first baby, her first word! Mama 's shaking a conga line. Kitty.
Then, all of a sudden. No kitty. My space angel would just stare at the cat with big blue eyes. Oh and it was so hard to communicate. I feel like I invented a hybrid body language voice test to communicate with my daughter. And I was the only one she understood. Times were tough and then we had her little bro plastered to her feet.
In Pennsylvania, they do birth to three years. Then Early Intervention. And I can tell you, my space angel is the very best space angel out there because of these services. And I can also tell you she qualifies for no services as of today. At eight years old.
And this. THIS is why every family needs a kitty. Meow.
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