For as much as Rex resembles a human, his ability to communicate in the English language has been understandably lacking. Even I, who believes that he is only months away from SAT prep, understands that grasping the spoken word can take a while when the mouth is unused to working with the tongue to form words, let alone put those words to concepts.
During this time, I’ve lumped Rex in the same category as our animals – an adorable enigma with whom I will never be able to have an intelligent, spoken conversation. While the cats meowed and the dog barked (and barked, and barked) to tell us whatever they felt was necessary, Rex cried to express his thoughts (tired! hungry! pissed! pissed on! poopy!). Even when his cries evolved into different cries for different situations, there was still that empty space of the one-sided conversations I would have with him.
Today, Mr. X brought Rex home from day care and reported that Rex can make the figure of a circle with his finger when you say “circle”. He is also beginning to understand ‘down’. He is trying to say the word sock when we tell him that we’re putting his socks on. He is trying to say “ball”. He says dada and mama. My child is no Helen Keller, but damn do I feel like Anne Sullivan. There’s a person in there! And he’s learning how to speak our language!
I feel such an amazing sense of accomplishment at this. It’s not that I am responsible for his development – I am one of a whole host of other people. My sense of accomplishment is that I stuck it out through the infertility, the miscarriages, the post-partum depression, the sleep deprivation, the adorable enigma crying phase, to get to this point where I get to have the interactions that made me want to have a child in the first place. I get to start communicating with and getting to know a new little person who is mine.