Maman, Papa and miracles

There was a lot of fuss at the table last night.

I still haven't figured it out ... but Mama and Papa both looked very happy.

You may remember that kids with Jacobsen's syndrome are delayed in many areas, but particularly with regards to speech. As I also have West Syndrome, the delay is all the more pronounced. The speech therapist suggested that maybe I may never speak the way other people do. Well... that's life. Everyone sure seems to understand what I want and mean, cos I am an excellent communicator. Of course, that's the Princessly blood speaking.

Well last night the Bernard Bunch was all sat at the table, chatting and squabbling as usual about Pokemon, soccer, pink shoes and hair grips. The usual thing.

"Papa, il est la"

A puzzled look spread across the face of each member of the Bernard Bunch. They have never ever heard me say 'Mama' or 'Papa' or 'pink shoes' or anything ... so this was something new. For a while, they looked around the room looking for source of the voice that had just announced that 'Papa is over there'.

"Maman, elle est la"

My finger was pointing at Mama, and I was telling the Bernard Bunch that 'Mama was over there'. Mama and Papa looked at each other in disbelief. Not only was I saying my first words ... but I was coming out with entire sentences!!

There was lots of wooping with joy and dancing and people generally behaving in quite a silly fashion. Like I said, I don't know what the fuss is all about. Didn't the doctors always say I would do things MY way, at MY pace, and when I was ready? Am I a princess or am I a princess????