I know it has been awhile since I posted. Life has been crazy. I am going back to school to become an OT. At the same time, JT is going to Early Intervention Preschool. He loves it. His teachers love him even though he likes to be the class clown (not always a teacher favorite). They could not believe that his brain damage is as extensive as it is. In fact, she said something very poignant, "Science has given him 25% of his brain, but God has obviously given him a much larger percent." Just how I have always felt. Science can give us a number but they have no idea the number our child has been given by their Heavenly Father.
This kind of brings me to our big news. For months I have been telling myself and others that I have done everything that I could to get JT to talk but I cannot make him do it. Watching Christmas Carol a month ago, an old idea hit me a new way. Bob Cratchit says of Tiny Tim, "He said he hoped people would see him (at church) because it might be good for them to remember on Christmas Day who it was that made lame beggars walk and blind men see." I just started crying.
I do not know what God has planned for JT but I have not done everything before I focus on getting help from Him. I am not talking just having it in my prayers, that was already there. Since I was out of school I focused on doing what my religion preaches. I also told my Heavenly Father that I understood if he had other plans but I have worked so hard to get JT to talk and I know I can not make him do it. But I also know that He has worked many miracles everyday and He has worked many miracles with JT but I selfishly would like another. All I wanted for Christmas was to hear my son speak.
It didn't happen before Christmas but a few days after he pointed at a picture of Santa and said, "HO!" I asked him to say it again but instead of giving me a defeated look as usual, he looked right at me and said, "HHHO!" I couldn't believe it! Then I asked him the question I ask everyday. "Who am I?" Instead of signing mom he said, "Mmmmma!" I cried.
It is still hard for him to get out the first sound so it is drawn out but he still says it. And of course family and friends have come up with all sorts of funny little things teasing the fact that his two words are ma and ho. ("The only two words a pimp needs to know "Ma' Ho!" etc) But I am able to laugh along with everything because it doesn't matter, my son can talk.
I hope to be able to tell you guys that he is saying more soon but for now I feel blessed. Happy New Year!