I don’t talk much about Luke in this blog. I’m not sure why… maybe because he doesn’t bring me as much emotional angst as Hannah and I don’t feel I need to vent as much about him. Or maybe because he doesn’t say as much that totally blows me away as Hannah does. Really, he doesn’t say much at all. It also could be because I don’t relate to him as much because he’s not, well, a girl like. I don’t know, the material just isn’t as in my face as the drama that Hannah brings me each and every day. So, sadly he’s kind of missing from this blog.
But yesterday when out of the blue he started counting on his own, I stopped and turned to him and I felt my entire body smile. Not just my mouth. Not just my face. No, my whole body curled upward into a smile. Because, as many of you know, this little guy has been extremely slow in the speaking department and each word that comes out of his mouth is a true triumph for me. And him. When he answers a question with more than just “YEAH Mommy”, he looks at me, head cocked to the side, shoulders shrugging with a smile that says, “Yup, I DID just say that! On my own!”. And he sees the pride written all over me.
Words are still coming slowly. Very slowly. But they are coming. My mom joked yesterday that he talks a little like E.T. And it’s true. He says the important words in sentences, but not necessarily all of the words that actually make a sentence a Sentence. But it’s ok. Because I get him. I hear him. And I can finally talk WITH him, not just to him. And for those of you who can relate to this situation, you know how much it melts you when these conversations happen.
So yesterday, Luke was playing with his cars. Pulling them out of his big box o’ cars and placing them in his little parking garage one at a time. And with each one he pulled out, he shouted out a number. As if he was announcing who was next at the deli counter.
“TWO!” (He skips the number One. Always. Who needs One anyway?)
“ZIX!” (Yup, he skips five too which angers Hannah to no end as it’s her age).
“NION!” (kind of rhymes with Lion)
“FUH-FEVEN!” (my favorite number of all time)
And back to “TWO!” he goes…
I also loved watching him raise each car high over his head as he announced its number to the crowd, while he dug through the box for the next victim.
I tried to get him to learn the numbers beyond “Firteen”, but he was very happy getting that high and starting over. He actually ignored all attempts on my part to coach him in any way. And that was more than fine. Because this all happened on his own. Without prodding. Without begging him to learn. It happened how it was meant to happen.
On his own terms.
And it’s how he will continue. Not rushed. Not stressed. And soon, he’ll be counting to infinity. Including One and Five.
And conversing with all of us. For us all to understand. Not just me and E.T.