Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Sign of the Times

After almost 6 months, my son finally communicated with me by means of his hands rather than the ever present uhh uhh.  A friend of ours gave us a book or sign language long before he was born and I stuck it on the shelf with the other mindless pieces of spine that are designed to assist in parenting.  I eventually pulled it out once he began to eat solids, solely because I thought it was the "right" thing to do.  Plus it seemed that it would be helpful to get a grip on if he wanted more to eat or drink. We hit the sign language with a gusto, feeling like a monotonous ASL teacher, over pronouncing the word more. All the while clapping the tips of our fingers together over and over.  The poor child probably thinks that anything that is placed on his highchair is a 'more'. I can certainly see where he gets his lack of full attention from, as the luster of sign language waxed and waned as the weeks went on as there were no results.  I realize now that my son lacked the hand coordination not the intellect in grasping the concept. He may not have the hand signal perfect, but he is definitely letting us know what he wants. And lord knows this child always wants MORE food!  

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