I cannot help but compare my boys. Now that my youngest son is 15 months old, I remember that when my oldest son was 15 months, I was in the midst of selling my house. How did I ever keep it clean for all the realtors who came through?
My youngest is not talking yet. I think that it has a lot to do with the fact that he has three people in this house that talk for him. He points and grunts and cries whenever there is something he needs--and I expect that. But, just like his older brother when he was at this age, I am once again astounded by the fact that this 15 month old toddler knows what I am saying. He responds to my requests.
I tell the boy to pick up the toy and put it away. And he does.
I tell him to go and get his shoes. And he toddles off to bring them to me.
Tonight, I asked him where his mouth was, and he put his fingers in his mouth. I could say that was a teething issue since he is getting about six new teeth right now, but I don't think his response was related to the teeth tonight.
The best response is when I lean close to my son and say the word love. He leans in, sometimes letting his forehead touch mine, and makes a kissing sound.
It won't be long before this son of mine fills the rooms with his constant chatter. (He already fills it with his squeals.)
Oh, Time! How you march through my life!
God, help me be conscience of the fact that this boy knows what I say. Let him learn to love You through my actions and words. Amen.