Miles was slow to say many words and even slower to put multiple words together. I spent much of the first two years he was home with us assuming it was because he was learning a completely new language at 10 months old. I still think that's entirely legitimate.
My son is funny and kind. He gives the best hugs and can figure out a locked container in seconds flat. He is the fastest runner I know, and
But the articulation of thoughts and desires does not happen easily for him.
I want you guys to know this for a couple of reasons. The first is because someday when he is a Noble Peace Prize Winner and has to give his acceptance speech and is a little bit nervous, I want him to know how far he's come. The other reason is because I read blogs all day where everyone's kids sound perfect. Which is awesome. Some kids may be perfect (cough), but the reality is that I then compare my sons to them and their milestones. I'm just putting it out there for you now. My oldest son has trouble with his speech and he still isn't 100% potty trained (don't tell his preschool teacher).
Almost a year ago we took Miles to get tested for his speech. Because he was almost three, and therefore the concern of the school district, he had a series of tests through the county before he turned three, and then a series of tests after he turned three.
In the tests post-birthday it came to our attention that he was all over the board. The most discouraging test was that he tested at a 18 month level for speech. (I won't mention here that he scored cognitively at a 5 year old level, because that would be bragging and incredibly unattractive.) Like every reasonable and completely sane mother, I automatically assumed it was my fault. Maybe I wasn't talking to him enough. Maybe I had him self-entertain too often.
Then we moved here. And, like the jars of Miracle Whip I left behind four months ago, the school system that tested him is a distant memory from home. I entered him into a Gaelic school because there was no room in any other school in the area (and you aren't just guaranteed a spot in the closest school here). Anything you read says that learning another language increases the intelligence of a child, which is fantastic. However, I couldn't help but feel like it was a mistake. When Liam started surpassing him in sentence formation and emotional thoughts and concepts, I started to really get concerned.
I think his speech is getting better, and he has been tested again. We're still waiting on something to happen (socialized healthcare works a bit differently - but not in a bad way).
The thing I've had accept is that it is my responsibility to work with him more. That totally sounds like a no-brainer, right...especially coming from an educator. The problem is that I've fallen into the trap that many parents I loathed in my past life fell into....thinking someone else must be helping him. I feel horribly guilty for this. And I know you all hate me now for admitting it.
So I am now making the commitment to start working with him more. Like any good and responsible parent I will work with him as his speech continues to develop. I will stop getting out the crayons and paints so much and start busting out the flashcards. Ouch. Okay, maybe I'll use the markers and paints to somehow replace those awful flashcards. Whatever it takes.
And mark my words, I will get him to poop in the gosh darn toilet for goodness sake.