The summer is officially over, mainly obvious by the weather, but more so by the fact that we are back with a bang into several weekly deaf appointments. One of these is speech and language therapy, which, you may or may not know, I hate.
This week though, it was a rare joyous occasion. In the 10 weeks or so since we saw our therapist Harriet has grown from a crawling, stumbling little baby into a confidently walking and even running and jumping toddler.
And her communication is ‘beautiful’.
She has around 50 signs and can string 2 together. For example she signs ‘fish, come’ if she wants the toy shark.
What this means is that she is ‘age appropriate, in her language’.
What this means is, for once, I haven’t failed her. I have learn BSL to the point I use it consistently, every day. Enough that she has picked it up. Yes we’ve made a concerted effort at times and with certain things. But mainly she’s just picked it up because we just use it.
And this means her brain paths are firing. Her communication skills are formed. Which means that when or if ever she can hear, speech will come.
And that is what this whole journey is about. Us learning sign and them learning speech. So that we can be together, in each other’s worlds that sometimes feel so very far apart.
Hello/ bye bye
Please / thank you
Eat / food
Dinosaur / dragon
Lion / tiger