Oscar’s little brother Ollie is chatting. Asking for ‘more’ and ‘again’ and says ‘woof woof’ for dog. ‘Miaow’ for cat and hugs his best friend when he sees him.
He learns language effortlessly. It is so easy for him, he listens, he copies, he learns and he remembers. A natural.
He waves and he blows kisses and he smiles at people when we are out and about.
The difference between Oscar and Ollie is huge – the way that Ollie learns things, specially language – is I guess how most kids learn to talk, and it is just so easy for them. Oscar struggles so much more, to remember what words mean, to remember how to ask for things. He seems to learn new words and then forget them. It is like he is learning a completely different language that is about a million times harder to learn than what Ollie is learning.
But yet there is progress, this week Oscar has learnt the word ‘dirty’ and demands me to clean his dollies as soon as they have been on the ground because they are ‘dirty’. But you know what, it does not matter if he asks me a 100 times a day to clean his dollies because they are ‘dirty’ because he is talking. TALKING. Sort of. And we are slowly getting there. Something I will never take for granted. Because not all children learn to talk. Imagine what it feels like to have never heard the word ‘mummy’. Just imagine it. Just imagine the heart ache of seeing your little boy struggle to ask for a drink when other children his age is having little conversations and can tell you what they did last weekend.
So every time I hear the word ‘dirty’ I smile. Because it’s coming. Give me ‘dirty’ a 100 times a day instead of silence.