...last night. I dreamt that just from nowhere, Tabitha started talking. I think she said "I'm tired Mummy and I want to go home". She had no idea what those words meant to me, but I grabbed her and hugged her, and told her if that was what she wanted, we'd go (I have no idea where we were!). I woke up with a smile on my face. Then I realised that it wasn't real, and it hadn't happened.
I don't know if my little girl can or will ever speak, but this dream showed me how desperately I want her to. Life is so much harder without communication, it's a fundamental part of being human. I know there are aids available out there, but what about a child who just doesn't get language? And when do you decide that they just won't ever be able to speak and communicate? Tabitha does try, but she can't get it right. No matter how much she tries to say "mama", it comes out "bub bub". And she's 6 and a half. Time marches on, but in so many ways, she just doesn't, she stays static.
Anyone out there got a handy and reliable crystal ball?
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