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May 14, 2012

The experts told me my son would have significant language delays. But I think they should know that my son now, at 20 months, speaks two languages.

About a year ago we started teaching him baby sign language. With a few months of repetition, he slowly started mimicking our hand gestures.  A few short months later, we spend our days talking about balls and hats and outside and dogs and phones and food and more and brushing our teeth and going night-night and dogs and babies and airplanes and noses and books and dogs and music and blocks and cars and bananas and dogs. And, oh, do we laugh and giggle and chuckle!

But there’s another language he speaks. He speaks it with his big, round blue eyes. His soft wavy strawberry hair. His sweet infectious grin. His affectionate hugs and wet, open-mouthed kisses. He speaks it with his love for people over things. His soft boyish chuckle. His determination and strength. His fully present attention.

He speaks the language of love, teaching me how to speak it as well. He is kind and patient with me as I’m learning what he needs from his mama. And he needs a mama that knows boasting in accomplishments does not make one more lovable or valuable.  That these self-professed accomplishments often just puff us up, make us rude, and encourages our arrogance.  He speaks love by living the life God has gifted to him with so many smiles and laughs and affection.  And daily he reminds me that love is strong, love believes the best, and love is forever enduring.

I’ve learned that for many years I’ve spoken love poorly, but by the grace of God through this little boy, I will learn to speak love – in all her dimensions – so that what the world hears is healing, momentous, and life-giving.

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.   ~1 Corinthians 13:1-3

6 Comments leave one →
  1. May 20, 2012 11:38 pm

    beautifully communicated. love it!

  2. May 22, 2012 8:42 pm

    Thank you, Rachel 🙂

  3. June 7, 2012 10:34 am

    Good word, Allison! The language of love has alluded me. I am only now beginning to understand it. Thanks for this post! Maybe your son and I could get together and talk sometime? 🙂

  4. jlynne permalink
    June 18, 2012 11:35 pm

    Allison, this is so precious!

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