Talk to Me

My life revolves around speech therapy. I have to hurry up and get my Big Boy out the door and on the bus, so I can hurry up and take my little guy to preschool, so I can hurry to speech therapy. This happens three times a week.

Then there's the homework we do every day. All we do is speech. And there are some days I am so fusterated, I wonder if it's working. Today Princess had a meltdown because I didn't know what she wanted. Even with her pointing and grunting, I still couldn't figure it out.

She's also babbling like a baby and is going through the "no, no, no" stage. If you've forgotten what that is it goes something like this:

Honey do you want to go to the park?
She answers: no, no, no

Honey do you want ice cream and cake for dinner?
She answers: no, no, no

Honey do you want to ride the pony?
She answers: no, no, no

OK, we don't really have a pony, but you get the point. No is the answer for everything.

It's cute. The first time.

Every word is work. Constant work. Consistent work. Frustrating work.

So today, she really surprised me at naptime.

She folded her hands, shut her eyes, and prayed pretty clearly, "God is good." All by herself!

It took three words out of a three year old to remind me just how much God has worked in her life. Princess has come so far in eight months. I'm pretty sure before she got ear tubes in October she couldn't hear. And she didn't have a palate for the first two and a half years of her life. So she has made so much progress. I just need to be more patient.

God is good. And I have faith her will continue to be good in her life.