Sundays With Family, Pt. 20

Polysyllabic

It was one of those rare and special moments that a father cherishes. She was sitting on my lap cuddling peacefully with her favorite blanket while I read her a book when (for the first time) she put three words together consecutively to form her first legitimate sentence.

She uses two syllables for names (i.e. “Mommy, Daddy, Harvey), but otherwise, our days are filled with “mine”, “bee”, “milk”, and other assorted monosyllabic utterances. Only with two exceptions (“all done” and “thank you”), will she speak with two words and even those are canned phrases that she has been conditioned to use in particular instances only.

So when she put three words together in series for the first time, I praised her, gave her a huge hug and told her how proud I was before quickly and swiftly removing her from my lap. After all, that is what she asked for when she said:

“I want Mommy.”

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