I know that I am back logged by about 30 posts, and most of them I have started and need to finish, but I just had to record this small little accomplishment today.
Calvin has always been a fussy eater. He was very difficult to nurse, and weaned himself at 7 months old. Today, while I was trying to feed him lunch, he was angry, frustrated and didn't want to eat, this is not unusual. After about 5 minutes of me trying though, he pushed the spoon away and put his little hand right in my face and signed "MILK!" then with his other hand, signed "PLEASE!"
I know it seems so small, but to me its miraculous. This is the first time he has clearly and concisely communicated with me. I have a lot to say about the fear I felt when we were told he is deaf, and perhaps that's better suited for another post, but my heart is a little lighter today just for the fact that I KNOW he understands me now. No matter how pitiful my attempts at signing have been, they're paying off. My baby is talking to me, and telling me what's on his mind... MONTHS earlier than any of my other children did.
There are blessings in every circumstance we face in life. Sometimes, they're just delayed until the meaning will be clear enough for us to appreciate.
