My middle son Jack has always had funny little speech imperfections. During his first 3 years, Jack was incapable of pronouncing the first letter in any word. This proved highly problematic one day when I loaded the two younger kids in the minivan. Joey was still in his scream-through-his-entire-life mode, so I was exhausted. As I pulled out of the driveway, 2 year-old Jack started going crazy.
"OOOR, Mommy, OOOOR!"
"What's that, Jack?" I asked as I adjusted my mirrors.
"I don't know what you're saying, Jack," I replied as I tried to find a good song on the radio.
"OOR! OOR! OOR!"
I started going through the alphabet to try to figure out why he was so hysterical. It didn't take me too long to get to the letter "D." I had left the the minivan doors wide open and was speeding along with little Jack getting the brunt of wind and snow.
Fast-forward to kindergarten. Jack had started the year omitting "R's" and "L's" from all words:
"Mommy - I'm wiwee (really) hungwy."
"I can't weach the Wegos (Legos)."
"Can I bwing my umbwewa when it's waining?"
I never bothered correcting Jack because I thought it was cute and figured he'd grow out of it. One morning a few months ago, Jack was getting ready to carpool with his older cousin, Drew ("Dwoo"). As Jack loaded up his bag, he stopped and asked:
"Mommy, I really want Drew to let me sit in front."
I started telling him that 5-year olds can't sit in the front seat, but then I realized his speech had changed. Drastically. A few weeks ago, it would have been:
"Mommy, I weally want Dwoo to wet me sit in fwont."
And so I lost that cute little boy speech. Without a warning. Without a chance to embrace it one last time. Why didn't someone give me a head's up on this one?
I willy would have appweciated it.