I have no time to write.
But I am too excited to keep this to myself, so in
ten five minutes or less, here it is.
My baby has started asking questions.
Real, honest to God questions.
Questions that are borne not of need, but of curiosity.
Questions that serve no other purpose than to help her gain information, make sense of her world and LEARN THROUGH SOCIAL INTERACTION.
Questions like, “What does that mean?” when she hears a word in a song that she doesn’t understand.
Questions like, “Who are you talking to?” when one of us is on the phone.
Questions like, “Where are we going?” when we get into the car.
Questions like, “Who is the person singing?” when she hears a song that she likes on the radio.
Yes, my baby has started asking questions.
Questions that I will never, ever take for granted.
Questions that were conspicuously, heart-breakingly absent for all those years.
Questions that I prayed she’d be able to ask someday.
Questions that are the product of so very much hard work.
Questions that will allow her to move forward in quantum leaps.
Questions that she show us that she already has.
Yes, my baby is asking questions.
How bout them apples?
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