It was a bit garbled and a bit rushed. Yet, I heard it. I understood it. I swear to you that I did.
"I want mama" exclaims my four year-old daughter Ellie. Her little arms stretched up and her bright blue eyes pleading for me to lift her high into my arms.
In the past 4 years, Ellie has only uttered a handful of words. Of those words, only seven of them can be understood by someone other than me or Andrew.
mama [clearly the greatest sound in the world!]
Everything else is more like a jumble of consonants and vowels--eeeee, buh, hard K.
"I want mama"
I heard it. As did Miss Leslie. Meaning that I didn't imagine it or construe Ellie's jargon into what I wanted to hear. I struggled hard not to cry so as not to alarm Ellie Bear. Yet, I sit here now, barely able to see the screen, as I cry those tears of happiness and amazement. I don't know when or if I will hear that sweet, beautiful sentence again, but I am so happy to have been there during her therapy session to witness it.
This mama is proud of you little Bear.