Well, we have some words. I am a crazed, jumping-up-and-down momma. S&J have been in their class now for three weeks and during the last circle time, when they show each child their photo to sing the goodbye song, Sam patted his chest without prompting and said “Me!” And he’s counting from one to ten. It sounds something like this: “wa, oo, whee, oh, i, ick, e-en, ai, why, en!” And letters — he adores them. He brings me the little letter books and says “D!, Dug!” I’m watching this beautiful boy blossom and make connections I never expected and thrill at it all.

John is still dubious about our new schedule and complains loud and long when I drop him off. The teachers report that he cries a little less each day. If I could speak for John, though, I would imagine he’s also trying to say “Me!” as in “Take me home!” or “Let me play with my truck in peace!” or “I want to check out this interesting light, go away!”

And who can blame him? Who wouldn’t rather be left in peace to do what they want? I really wanted to finish a scrapbook page last night and hubbie wanted to watch one of our tivo’ed shows (scrapbooking, which began as what I thought would be cheaper than therapy, but whoa – is so not). I whined about it at first, “But I’m cutting paper! I’m this close to embellishment inspiration!” He cajoled with the promise of ice cream (my motivator) and I acquiesced. And I was glad for the interruption in the end, since it was the really well-written new show “Studio 60“).

I know there’s an intrinsic difference in our trying to get John to engage with the rest of us, but sometimes I wonder if, just as Sam seems to be more interested in others to the point of clinginess, that John will always be hardwired to look inward. Maybe no amount of therapy or effort on my part will make him WANT to engage more.

And what’s really wrong with that? Therapies be damned. Today I am a happy momma watching the light alongside John while Sam brings me letter books. “Me!”

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  • My son was 17 months when we realized he knew the entire alphabet. His first words were “six, seven, eight.” He turned three in June and can correctly tell me any word that I write down. He’s long been obsessed with numbers and letters – hyperlexic. Don’t listen to anyone if they tell you not to encourage it – it’s a skill!


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