In Which I Can’t See the Blessing for the “Me”s

On Tuesday, in addition to his successful dentist visit,  the cheesedoodle had his 2 year well child check-up. He is healthy, small for his age, but performing at or above age level in all developmental stages.

Except speech.

His official diagnosis? Laziness.

They gave me a recommendation of a local child development center that provides services and evaluation for children with developmental delays. When I spoke to them this afternoon, they told me that he didn’t qualify for their program because he was too normal. They recommended hiring a speech therapist privately to do an evaluation and give us some tips to help the cheesedoodle develop a vocabulary beyond Mama, Dada, tea and Uh-oh.

I thought, “Oh yeah. Because that’s so easy for a seminary family to do and where am I going to find a speech therapist?” I got bogged down in a really bad case of the “ME”s. Why ME? Why won’t my son speak? Why can’t I get some help?

What I really wanted was a 12 step plan to 50 words in 90 days. I wanted it to be easier for ME to communicate with my son. I no longer wanted MY son to be the “wordless, muddy one” any more. Mostly I just can’t wrap my brain around the fact that any child of MINE would have a hard time with words. For goodness sake, I’m not good with much *except* words.

The reality is that most of the people who call the child development center would love to hear what I just heard. For most people, that phone call is one call in a lifetime of doctors and assessments and specialists and tests. Too many mothers have called that line hoping for “It’s nothing” and ended up with “It’s worse than we thought.”

And the ultimate “in your face” to the “ME”s? My next door neighbor in this remarkable neighborhood we call home happens to be . . . wait for it . . . a speech therapist. One who knows my cheesedoodle, and understands a seminary budget, and is willing to take whatever we can pay and could do a half hour session with my son while her daughter napped because our apartments are so close her monitor works in my living room.

The sovereign Lord of the universe, who built my son and knew before the foundations of the world that he would struggle to find words, also ordained that our next door neighbor for this first year of our seminary journey would be a speech therapist.  What a blessing to have a healthy, happy, otherwise excelling, son. What a blessing to be told that my second child is too healthy, too normal and too much on track to be admitted into a child development assessment. What a kind and loving God to conquer my “ME”s with Him.


About Coralie

After 11 years of infertility, I am now a mother to three, a wife of a Presbyterian (ARP) preacher and a struggling homemaker. Welcome to my little corner of the net. Kick off your shoes, put your feet up and join the conversation. View all posts by Coralie

4 responses to “In Which I Can’t See the Blessing for the “Me”s

  • Pati

    Coralie, that sounds very familiar to me. While I’m glad your neighbor would be there to help your little guy, I also know that nowadays Dr’s seem to have standards for everybody as is we were all made exactly the same.
    When Josh Jr was 2 years old we were also urged to find a speech therapist because he was way behind in this area and we were also told that if this “problem” was not taken care of, it could potentially affect him in the future. Well… we talk to a few people and after a lot of prayer and lack of $ he did not get speech therapy….
    6 months later all in his own he was speaking a lot more “sentences” not as well as other kids his age, but alas speaking.
    I’m glad to say that I don’t think that it really affected his thinking capabilities…He is 11 years old and while most of his peers are going to be taking pre-algebra in 7th grade he’ll be taking Algebra, and man does loves to talk…

    Love you guys, and miss you tons.

  • Carole

    We will pray that you will cotinually seek God’s direction in all of this, and be patient with your little man…how wonderful that he is developing well in all other areas…also that God is providing just what you need

  • Amgela Bonin

    Coralie, when Emily was just about two, her speech was very minimal as well. Our Dr (well the military Drs.) didn’t seem too concerned and a few people mentioned her lack of speech to me and I told them she is still young. My experience in Early Childhood with other children kind of helped me see she would eventually get it in her time…now we can not get her to stop talking 🙂 Take it a day at a time. I am glad that you do have someone to work with him and to help you out in that area. What a great blessing and a peace of mind that God gave to you!!! I love to hear all your “God” story and to see His hand on every aspect of your lives. Thanks for sharing. You are beginning to inspire me to blog more again 🙂
    Love, Angela

  • Ruth

    I found your blog when doing a search for blogs mentioning hip dysplasia (my youngest has it, and I was thrilled to see how quickly Snickerdoodle responded to the Pavlik. What a blessing!), and stumbled across this post.

    The daughter I mention above has also struggled with her speech … when she was your son’s age she had even fewer words, and no consonants. We eventually got a diagnosis of Apraxia, and while it doesn’t sound like your doctors are worried about that for him, I thought I would suggest looking into teaching your boy some basic sign language to ease his frustration while learning to speak. Studies have shown that using sign doesn’t slow down language acquisition at all, and anecdotally I can say that it REALLY eased the frustration we all experienced as WB worked on gaining words.

    Certainly check with your speech therapist (I am amazed at how that worked out for you!), but I can heartily recommend the “Signing Time” videos as a learning tool (Miss Rachel — a.k.a. Rachel Coleman, the creator — is a rock star at our house) … we found that Sign was most easily learned by watching and imitation, still pictures in a book were not very helpful. My children all learned along with their little sister, and had a lot of fun with it.

    I know this is long, unsolicited advice-filled post from a stranger, and hope you do not mind. I wish all the best to you and your children.

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