Words my 2-year-old can say:
nana (my mom)
bapa (my dad)
moon (said once, but of his own volition)
up (only I would know what that one is)
shoes (sounds very similar to socks)
That’s 17 words. At his age, having less than 50 signifies a speech delay. We see the doctor today for a check on his ruptured ear drum. We see the doctor in 10 days for his check up, at which time it would be more appropriate to discuss his speech. I have a feeling I will be less appropriate and bring it up today. At least to get the ball rolling and get some evaluations set up.
Mind you, three weeks ago he had only a handful of the above words. So progress is being made.
It’s my job to look out for him. It’s my job to help him with the things he doesn’t even know he needs yet – like a hearing test. It’s my job to intervene in his best interest.
My son is a late talker. He has pretty much hit most of the milestones late. So part of me thinks this too will pass and in six months he will be talking away. The other part of me is pretty sure I am not going to wait six months to find out. Best case, he has some speech therapy and it helps him. Worse case, he has a problem and we try to fix it. Worst case, there is a problem that he will carry with him for the rest of his life.
I don’t want him to be perfect. I want him to be happy.
I know it won’t be any easy path for him if speech is a lifelong problem. But it will be his path. And I will do my best to walk down that path with him and pull the tree limbs out of his way for as long as I am able.