who happens to have special needs.
Yes, he has trouble expressing words--
it hurt that it took him
over two years to say 'Mommy,'
but every new word's a victory.
I watch their eyes--the adults
who look confused when they realize
my son isn't speaking but babbling.
He seems too tall, too old
to not answer, "What's your name?"
or "What did you do today?"
a very special child who works
hard everyday to improve his communication
with his therapists, teachers and family.
I see a baby whose words
are just waiting to be freed.
He's only a toddler, but still
I see so much potential within.
His desire to please, to enjoy
sunshine, to happily jump in puddles,
and to randomly hug his brother
shows me his strength and love.
a mischievous, intelligent, curious and fun
child. My little boy has gorgeous
brown eyes and a contagious laugh;
in the morning, he rises wanting
to cuddle Mommy and learn letters.
I often wish I could be
more like him--my lovely blood
who trusts so deeply in those
who love him and isn't deterred
by his hearing loss or speech.
The young child that teaches me.
This post is linked with Cate's Six Word Saturday and Shell's Things I Can't Say.