Yesterday was speech therapy with “The Baby” otherwise known as “The King” in “Little Man’s” household. The “Baby has not yet been given a diagnosis, but he is most assuredly somewhere within the Autism Spectrum. Unlike his middle brother “Little Man,” the baby severely struggles with speech. He is three now, he cannot speak to you in full sentences, and his vocabulary is quite limited.
What he lacks in speech, he more than makes up for in intelligence. He is off the charts smart, and stellar in his ability to communicate in nonverbal exchanges. His inability to communicate his point in words brings out his adult -sized frustration, and his adult-sized temper. He is petite in stature, very easy on the eyes, but he has been known to strike fear in the hearts of the less than savvy adults who do not easily pick up on his particular communication style.
I am favored in his kingdom because he, and I communicate very well together. His speech therapist who was less than enthralled by his “King-like” behavior has grown to love him as I do. He is unusually charismatic. She has also come to understand that he uses his adult-sized temper as a way of avoiding the one thing he is not stellar at…speaking. Plus she is as much a hard ass as he is when she wants things done in her way. She is a great therapist, and he is thriving under her care.
The “Baby” loves books so he, and I do a lot of reading together in between appointments. Yesterday I introduced him to “The Bernstein Bears.” As we were looking over the beautiful illustrations I pointed out the daddy bear, the mommy bear, both brother & sister bear, as he sat curled up in my lap. He is extraordinarily smooshy too. There was another female bear in the picture, and before I could tell him who she was he pointed at her, and said “That’s the Mrs G-uno bear.”
I’m not sure which part delighted me more, the part where he spoke a sentence with complete clarity, or the fact that his family has a “G-uno bear.” 😉