Listening with my Eyes and Ears

(Guest post by Monica McDivitt – Monica blogs at Like a Butterfly)

Sam grabs my hand and walks me to the door that leads to our garage. This means she wants to go for a ride in the car. She usually grabs my purse, slings it over her shoulder, or cross body, and walks over to me. Today she communicated differently but I got the message.

After the hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping, visiting family, having family visit and being totally out of her structure, element and routine I believe Sam deserved to have some normalcy. She didn’t feel well on Christmas night and she is feeling the same today. She is congested and has what John and I usually call a “smoker’s cough” so I placed her in her car seat and we went for a drive… to nowhere. Actually we drove around the quieter streets of our Katy community, where it is calm and the trees are big and pretty. Sam didn’t mind.

As I drove, I had the car stereo on and it was probably louder than it needed to be but I love listening to music and Sam could feel the vibration of the bass from the speakers. I take a glimpse in the rearview mirror and see her beauty instantly. She is wearing a pink, holiday shirt with a peace sign on it, which she received as a gift for Christmas. Her hair is all pulled back into a ponytail with a big, pink bow and a curly lock of hair hangs on the right side of her forehead. She has an enormous grin on her face and she is kicking her right foot with much delight. I thought to myself, “She sure is pretty in pink and very happy.” I couldn’t help but smile.

Sam has never called my name or said Mommy and I am not always sure she understands what I say or do but I keep holding her and talking, reading, signing and singing to her and I encourage others to do the same. That’s all that matters. Sam smiles, giggles and cries. She thinks and observes and is a pretty amazing problem solver. When she takes my hand and walks me to the door that leads to garage, or walks me to the kitchen, bathroom, or even hands me a book or a toy, I know what she is saying. This month she has been giving big hugs and making more eye contact. Sam is communicating without speech.

Do I wish she could speak? Would I love to hear her beautiful voice? You bet! For now, I get giggles, babbles, cries and gestures and if this is all I ever receive as far as communication, I can be happy. It is more than many doctors ever expected. This is Sam’s language and I am always listening with my eyes and ears.

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7 thoughts on “Listening with my Eyes and Ears

  1. Monica…I’m speechless. This is such a sweet and beautiful story of Sam’s gifts and the joy she brings to so many every day. I love that I’ve discovered this site through Donna’s Facebook posting and comments. Keep the stories coming! You are an awesome mommy to a very special angel! Elisa

  2. Thank you for your inspiring story! Listening with our eyes and ears is something ALL parents should do a better job of…our kids tell us so much without speech, regardless of whether they can say words or sentences. We just need to stop and take the time to watch! Beautifully written, Monica!