This morning Sam brought us the Toy Story 2 VHS and asked to watch it. Feeling insecure because of some comments someone made to us recently, we tried to get him to actually say “Toy Story,” or “Buzz and Woody,” or something other than “Uh-huh!” and “Video?” I don’t know why we were so insistent other than the previously-mentioned insecurity. He IS communicating. He told us EXACTLY what he wanted. When we asked him what the movie is called, he pointed to the title (I swear, I will not be at all surprised if it turns out that he is already reading). He has never, ever repeated anything we have asked him to repeat, and I don’t know why we thought he would start now. I don’t think there is anything wrong with him. And yet, this morning I let myself worry.
Just now, Sam went to the pantry (which, fine, is a shelf on the microwave cart) and brought me the box of blueberry bars. I asked if he wanted one and he said yes. He took one out of the box and handed it to me. I asked him to put the box away and he did. When he came back I opened the packaging and asked him to throw it away. He did so, after checking to make absolutely certain I had not accidentally left the blueberry bar in the wrapping. Then he came back, took the bar, and went to sit down and eat it.
I am so mad that I allowed myself to become so full of doubt and wonder if he actually understands anything we are saying. I know he does. If he chooses to refuse to repeat things, who am I to argue? He communicates just fine, no matter what other people may think. I just wish I could convince those other people to keep their opinions to themselves.