I Made This Baby....
Changed by a Child

The Language of Love

Watching her face, I anticipate the beginning vocal sound of the word I want to hear. Sometimes her mouth remains still, unwilling. Searching her eyes, I wait patiently for understanding.

No matter what my child’s language limitation may be, I respect her receptive ability. She may not understand the meaning of all of my words, but she can use her senses . To hear- the soothing tone of my voice, to see-my gentle smile of encouragement as I speak ,to feel- the warmth of my touch.

These things are a language she knows. In her mind, she may not only understand, but speak a language of her very own- understanding the language of love.