My son doesn’t speak. But ever single day I speak to him. And I hope.
I tell him what we are doing, where we are going and who we will meet. He may have difficulties communicating but his understanding is improving all the time.
He is 7 and about 7 months ago he developed a very precious skill of being able to shake his head to communicate ‘no’. It was a moment of breakthrough. Prior to this we had screaming which could mean anything from yes, no or leave me alone. You could take you pick but if you were wrong the screaming just intensified.
He was so frustrated. And so was I.
Sometimes we just need a simple yes or no answer. That is often just enough.
I have mastered the art of understanding my precious son. I have had the privilege of seven years of learning his ways, his body language and his expressions. I can see his tears before the first drop falls from his eyes and I know what will make him laugh before any sound emits from his mouth. With patience we taught him to tap our hands to make a choice but we still could not get a consistent yes or no for simple questions. He could choose between two things. Would you like mashed potato or chips? Would you like to go to the park or swimming? But when faced with him fussing we could never get a clear answer to something as simple as would you like something to eat? Are you in pain?
Those were the times when just a simple yes or no would help us all so much.
This weekend as we went about our business I looked back at my children in the car and reminded them both we were on our way to the hairdressers to get their hair cuts. As I turned again to face the front I heard something that made me jump. I had just heard a voice I never ever dreamed I would ever hear! It was loud, unexpected and forceful. It was beautiful, perfect and simple. My son shouted at us! He shouted ‘no’! Thank God I wasn’t driving or we may have crashed. As I turned to look at my wonderful boy my heart missed a beat. I was smiling, yet crying. Rejoicing, yet weeping.
He just said NO! It was enough!
No doubt I should have not put him through the stress of that hair cut having clearly heard him voice his objection. But believe me when I say it badly needed done. I needed to see his stunning big brown eyes and he needed to have better vision without seeing nothing but his long brown locks. He hated it. But he survived.
Back home I longed to be able to share that moment with so many of you who follow his journey. So I tried to get him to say it again. I asked that poor boy so many questions willing him to prove he could do it again. He didn’t.
He actually went one better!
Dressed in only his pyjamas I asked him if he liked the rain. (He hates it!) and he made a sound. It was indistinguishable. I asked if he wanted his coat on (he hates his coat!) and again he made a noise but it was more of a grunt. I was determined! I asked him one final question: would you like to go out? And clear as anything he stood up, headed to the door and said ‘yeah’.
He said ‘yeah’!!!
Sometimes a simple yes or no is enough.
Do you know how long I have wanted to hear just yes or no? With Isaac that has been seven years. But with so many other things in life it has taken even longer. When I struggled with infertility for 9 years all I wanted was a yes or no answer to the question, would I have children? When I was told my children had autism I wanted a yes or no answer to questions like will they ever get a job?, will they live independently? When my boy was diagnosed with neurofibromatosis I needed a yes or no answer to will be need medical treatment and be ok? Now I want to ask professionals things like will my son ever be toilet trained? Will he ever be able to have a conversation with me? Will he ever have friends? Some days I want to ask God, are you listening?
I want to know so much. I long for so much. I am believing for so much.
But sometimes just a simple yes or no is enough to keep me going for a very long time.