vrijdag 3 september 2010
There are all these small changes. Waving to Dad, when he sees him coming home. Answering questions like “What did you do at school today?” Saying things like “I’m sad because you go on a holiday, gran”. Talking to her on the phone, and not just telling her what he wants to tell, but reacting to the things she says. Like:
- "I can hear your clock, gran, why?”
- “It because you have such good ears, sweety”
- “But what if the lion eats my ears?”
It’s things like starting to smile while anwsering a question about our holiday:
“Did you sleep in the tent, Pelle?”
“Noooo, I slept in eh, eh …… a closet!”.
It’s things like holding my hand for a long, long time yesterday, when we walked in the woods.
It was this look in his eyes when I made a joke, the other week. That look that said: “mum, I understand you and it’s funny”.
My boy is connecting. And it feels SO GOOD.