Matthew is my youngest son and he has special needs due to a genetic disorder.
One of the areas affected by his diagnosis is speech; he is now 3 years old and still nonverbal.
The little guy has been receiving speech services for almost two years now and we are using all kinds of techniques to help Matt.
While we have a vast assortment of videos, books and pictures there is something I have been doing since Matthew was only a few months old and I have no desire to ever stop.
Momma, Mommy, Ma, you name it I say it.
I will say it slow and sound it out, or loud and shrill to make him smile, any which way I can get the word across I’m trying it.
I am fairly certain that this is something every mom does when their child is an infant, we all long to hear their tiny voices call out for us.
I promise to the world that my reasoning isn’t completely selfish; I don’t need to hear Matthew say Mom to know I am the favorite (kidding!).
Whether he is scared, hungry, thirsty or tired hearing the tone of how he verbalizes for me will say it all.
For instance I got my first phone call from Matthew’s classroom teacher last week and it was heartbreaking.
The aides and teachers tried everything to no avail he just continued to cry.
The teacher wanted to know if there were any tricks to try in the future but I was very honest when I told her I didn’t know of any.
I was waiting anxiously for Matthew to arrive home after receiving the phone call and when the bus stopped in front our home I could hear he was still crying.
So you see, that right there is one of my excuses for saying Mom like a broken record all day long.
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