There are a few moments that every parents holds their breath waiting for, knowing that that moment will forever change the relationship they have with their child. The first step. The first solids. The first time sleeping in their nursery. Perhaps the most eagerly awaited milestone is hearing your child say “mama” and “papa” with intention. When you have a child on the spectrum, this moment may be years off.
Little bear started talking on schedule. His first word was “all done.” He also picked up “high five” “ball” and “leche.” But no words to refer to Papi Bear or myself. We pushed him, urged him, prompted him, with no result. Our best outcome was the nonspecific “beh beh” to refer to either of us in times of separation anxiety.
Today I took Little Bear to the grocery store. He didn’t want to be in the car anymore and was getting whiney. I pulled into a spot and checked my phone for a moment.
No. I must be imagining it.
I wasn’t. Little Bear called for mama for the first time ever.
Papi Bear said he called him Papi clearly today when we left him alone with his OT for five minutes and he wanted him to come back.
One day at a time.
Oh, and his brother got a car bed today. He called it vroom vroom.