A milestone many, many years in the making. It’s still a work in progress (especially the letter k), but it’s finally happening!
My boy is so proud of himself, so happy when he writes his name. It’s his new favorite thing to do and he does it everywhere — with his fingertip on the side of the bathtub at night, on the playroom walls, tracing his name on the glass of the storm door as we wait for the bus. When he thinks I’m not listening, I can hear him softly trying to sound out the letters one by one. “Mmmmm, ihhhhhh, kuh.” (He cannot articulate the sound of many letters, including N.)
Waiting for the bus this morning:
“What does that say, sweetie? What does it spell?”
His nimble fingers fly to his device to answer — name.
He knows it is his.
“That’s right, love, it’s your name. Can you say your name?” Knowing full well he cannot articulate the actual sounds into one fluid word, I have no expectation of a response, but he tries; he always tries.
Today, however, he voices an unexpected and enthusiastic “Guh!”
Startled, I smile widely and feel the sting of tears in my eyes. He knows he has surprised me and his face splits into an infectious grin as he claps with glee at his cleverness.
My boy is nine. I don’t expect that he will ever use his laborious manual writing for more than signing his name, but I am so incredibly proud of his efforts and his perseverance; both are –in spite of the continuing state of flux of his health and his daily challenges– such constant facets of my amazing child.
The only things more constant are the love and pride I have for him.