My daughter didn’t talk for a long time.
Oh, she understood everything I said and communicated in lots of other ways, but she just refused to really, truly talk as a toddler.
Then one day she opened up with a tidal wave of language. She didn’t learn how to talk one tentative, uncertain word at a time.
She just talked. It was as if she’d been storing up years of language until she could express anything and everything she felt.
Now, she’s a talker.
She wakes up in the morning talking. She leaves for school talking. She climbs into the minivan after school still talking.
We live with a steady stream of conversation from the first “good morning” to the final “goodnight.”
I love to watch her face and her hands. She throws every part of her body into what she’s saying.
Her head bobs and her hands fly to her…
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