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My Two-Year Old Speaks His Own Language

Dylan’s two-year well check resulted in two words I never fathomed for my little buddy, at such a young age, to have as suggested treatment for his “lack of 2-3 word phrases”:
Speech Therapy.

Those two words, after being processed (slowly and with many a hard swallow and fighting off of tears for the sake of sparing his pediatrician another viewing of my ugly cry) translated into two more disturbing words: Gut-wrenching. Which, I suppose is really one word because of that hyphen in there. Or does the hyphen accentuate the fact that it is indeed still two words? To be perfectly honest, that’s totally beside the point.

What I’m trying to get at here, is, well, I don’t really know I suppose.

All throughout my childhood, I grew up “gifted”. I was flawless…at least in the eyes of the administrators of the educational system in which I was raised. Steve, he had speech therapy. He had speech therapy in MIDDLE SCHOOL to correct the trouble he was having making the “S” sound. That right there is the understanding I’ve had my entire existence of what speech therapy is intended for: To address impediments like slurs, annunciation hurdles, lisps, etc. Far be it for me to not be completely floored when Dylan’s pediatrician staked claim that the absence of his 20+ word vocabulary bank and failure to use groups of two to three words to communicate at this point is terms for therapy. Kind of like terms of endearment, except doesn’t quite turn you on nearly as much.

Gurgley balls you guys! Gurgley! (Maybe he’s having issues because his mother doesn’t use “real” words in her common vernacular. Side note: speaking in rhetoric; no need to address this one.)

Perhaps, okay most likely, the shock has settled and I’ve successfully transitioned to the denial phase of this coping process. I just can’t believe that bringing Dylan to a speech therapist is really truly going to be the most effective means of expanding his communicative skills. He associates extremely well, almost better than most kids his age.

Counterpoint one: He doesn’t interact with other children very often….if ever. Dylan is almost always, I’d say about 80%-90%, around adults. When he does have the chance to get together with other kids his age, he’s attentive, sharing, babbles in Dylanese, says what toy he’s sharing as he hands it to the other child.

Counterpoint two: Steve is not talkative…at all. Yes, I talk a lot. Yes, Dylan is around me for a majority of the day. No, Steve does not talk a lot. No, that doesn’t necessarily mean there’s nothing going on in that brain of his. He doesn’t have the desire to hear his own voice as much as someone else in the family. *cough*

Counterpoint three: Dylan’s independence is uncanny. It’s not that he has ADD (trust me, we’ve had it checked out), but he is a very self-sufficient toddler having no reason to cater to a sibling’s needs for stimulation. There are times that he and I will be in the midst of a wicked game of “choo-choos” where he will stand up, grab his trains, and start heading upstairs to his bedroom. I will ask, “Can mommy come play choo-choos?” To which he responds, with a disapproving shake of his head and a wave of the arm, “Bye bye!” In my eyes, that is communication at its best…for a two year old. Which, by the way, did I happen to mention that? That Dylan’s pediatrician is recommending speech therapy for a two year, one month, and three day old toddler?!


Now I turn to you, you almighty sexy beast of a blogosphere. Be my village on this one. My psyche and my sanity (Which are kind of the same thing or so I’m told.) are at stake. This may not seem like such a big deal to some of you, especially in the grand scheme of things and stuff that parents are told about their child in these routine visits, but to me, to us, it is the biggest thing we’ve had to delve into when it comes to our Dylan. Have you ever been urged to seek speech therapy for your toddler? How did you cope? What tools did you use to broaden their communication skills? Flash cards? Videos?

I would love to hear from you or of someone you know that has experienced a similar nudge from their pediatrician. I dare not try Google just yet for fear of my self-diagnostic dependency on webMD. He may turn out to be pregnant.

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