It was just past 10 pm and all of us were watching the news. Jerry, Lindsay, Babygrr and I. All comfy and cozy, ready to relax and unwind but when I think about it....unwind during the news?
Anyway, while settling in, Lindsay was in a very talkative mood. Every person that came on T.V., she would say, "I don't know her" and then that was followed by "I don't know her", then by another, "I don't know her"! Then it was "I want to go to the store, get beez, get pop, get boo"! FYI, Beez is gum. Her mind was working and thinking about the next day, planning it out in her mind. She started asking Jerry, "you go homework?". (Translation: Are you going to work tomorrow?) followed by, "I go homework?" (Do I have to go to work?) and looking at me and asking, "you home 2?". (Translation: Will you be home when I get home at 2?). The sports came on and then it was "get the ball!" (in a very loud voice)and "I want to call Bobby" (Taylor because she knows he loves sports) and during the commercials, she said, "I want to get my papa one of those". I am sure your papa would love a truck, Lindsay! That is very thoughtful!
It was non-stop verbal output! Jerry looked over to me and said, "you know, it is kind of hard to tell your daughter who doesn't talk much,to be quiet"! So true, but we did! Just so you know, it didn't work!
Lindsay's language has changed constantly over the years. She has words that she uses regularly and then those that she has used, never to be heard again! It has always puzzled us why she could say some words so clearly while another word that sounds similiar she wouldn't or couldn't say. Or how she can say a complete sentence, like "I want to get my papa one of those" but others phrases she won't. Why she counts 1,2,4,8,13 but won't say 3 but will say 13 plain as day!. Maybe she is secretly showing us a mathematical sequence no one knows!
When she was very little, she said mama, dada and jibberish, as we called it. She jibbered and jabbered, with much to say, all in her own way. Her big blue eyes, full of expression and animation, we knew what she wanted! Language as we know it was not there but when Taylor was born, she called him "Tay" but soon she stopped and he was then called "Bobby". Crazy, uh? We were perplexed. Around this time, Jerry wrote a poem to Lindsay in 1989:
YET WITHOUT A WORD
You love me unconditionaly, no matter what my mood.
You hug me when I least expect it and help me without my asking.
After a long, extended weekend and I'm depressed about returning to work, you meet me in the bathroom and happily watch me prepare.
Although, Yet Without A Word, you always show that you care. You're a special child, not like many others. I worry about you, but I realize that your differences are why are you are so special.
When I scold you, you pout and widely open your blue eyes expressing your desire for forgiveness. You pat your little brothers head and squeeze him so tightly almost pulling him from his seat. You show little jealousy as though you know that there is plenty of love to go around.
I love you my little girl and I'll not forget these times. Although they may not last forever, they will always be apart of me- these times we share together.
Dad - 1989
Seems like yesterday that she was Yet Without A Word but the other night, while trying to have some quiet time, She was With Alot of Words!
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