Be Careful What You Wish For

Me & James in 2003 

Yesterday I wrote:  I want more.  And a few hours later, I got it. During James speech session I got a phone call from the therapist.  Could you come in the back?  Uh-oh, I flew.  They were sitting on bean bags, reading Eric Carle's "From Head to Toe," with the iPad on the ground.  It was on a keyboard screen.  "I am a monkey and I wave my . . . .?  What does the monkey wave, James?"  He began typing A . . .R . . . M. . . S.  "I am a seal and I clap my . . . "  H. . . A. . . N. . .D. . . S.  James became agitated but the therapist plugged on.  James ignored her question and typed "I know."  Then "bathroom" and "ppop" (poop).  "Who do you want to take you to the bathroom, James?  "Om."  That's me!  That is actually what I hear more than "Mom" from my apraxic boy.  So I took him to the bathroom.  He continued at home  What do you want? "Guice" for Juice. "Olizza" for Pizza.  Later he was crying and I asked James what was wrong.  He typed "Cry."  But WHY are you crying?  Again, he typed "C . . .R . . .Y."  Damn, I am doing it again.  Here I am presented with the most amazing gift, one that I only dreamed of . . . and what do I ask for?  MORE.  My sweet, precious, 8 year-old, miracle worker can not only read but write words - and I am not satisfied, I want more.  But you know what? I sure as hell am going to get it!!