Look who's not talking

What a privilege it is to be able to talk and say what's on your mind.

I've noticed Lance getting more and more frustrated with not being able to make himself understood. He understands everything I say to him and he knows what he wants but he's just not able to communicate it yet. Don't get me wrong, he's a wee chatterbox and he's always got something to say. I just don't know what he's saying yet.

I feel really bad for him when he gets frustrated and says something over and over again to the point where he starts crying if I've not figured out what it is he wants in time. But on the other hand I'm not looking forward to all the whys and hows and whos that comes hand in hand with the ability to speak.

Speaking and being understood is something we take for granted. I keep imagining myself in a foreign country where nobody speaks my languages and trying to make myself understood. That must be what Lance feels like now.

I remember when I was in high school I had completely lost my voice and I couldn't even force a sound out and the teacher wouldn't believe that it was genuine, so I got in trouble for it. It was heartbreaking cause I couldn't even defend myself.

I learn so much from my little guy. And today I've learned to appreciate my voice and to think about what I use it for. Be kind and use my words wisely!

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