Trevor was not excited about his weekly outpatient speech session yesterday. He’s recovering from a nasty virus. And I kinda don’t blame him for wanting to be lazy. The thing is…I know in my bones how important this therapy is to him. That thought gave me pause.
So I asked him if he knew why he sees Miss. Speech.
He said no.
I asked him if he knew that it was hard for him to say things…if he noticed that his friends use more words and speak differently than he does.
Then I asked him if he knew why he needed to see special teachers.
He said no.
I hesitated before asking him if he wanted to know why. He’s been very interested in asking what things mean and why recently. I’m loving this new developmental inch stone.
With big, serious eyes he nodded his head letting me know he was listening. I decided to believe that he was tracking with me. That he wanted to know why. That he knew what I was asking.
So I snuggled up closer to him and I told him all about his epilepsy and surgery. I explained that the part of his brain which helps him speak was broken. I told that we tried medicines but they didn’t work. I told him about our big trip to Dr. Rockstar and how they preformed a miracle surgery. He reached up to feel his scar. I told him that’s why he needs so many special teachers. His face glowed and he started naming some of them. I told him that with lots of special teachers and hard work he’ll learn to speak better all the time. I watched his facial expressions as he listened to my words. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he was hanging on every word. The truth is, I have no real way of knowing how much he understands. I do know that he’s much much more intelligent than I often give him credit for. He proves it all the time. Those constant reminders prompted me sometime over the last year or so…to make an internal decision. I was going to talk to him like he’s growing into a big kid. Like he’s capable of understanding big things. I want him to know that I see how hard he has to work. And I really believe he’s ready to start the process of understanding his differences and challenges. But it’s hard to know. For sure. So maybe he didn’t really understand everything I said. But he was listening. I saw it on his face. In his sparkling eyes.
And when I was done…he was no longer complaining about going to see his speech teacher.