Today I had to take my oldest, Alison, to the speech and hearing clinic because she does not speak well. It has been a few weeks since I had my youngest evaluated; at that meeting the instructor made the suggestion that I get my three year old tested as well because she also was not speaking well for her age.
My husband and I have been dismayed and nervous ever since. I was dreading today, but I was praying that they would see her for exactly as she is, so that if she needs help she could get it. I won’t deny I felt both shame and embarrassment as I watched her give the wrong answers during parts of her test. I feel like, as her mother, and a stay at home mom at that, that I have failed her somehow.
They did a hearing test, which she passed with flying colors. While her cognitive and language skills are in the “passing” range, I was told that she has a significant delay in articulation. That word hit me like a ton of bricks: significant. Wow. This lady was telling me, as plainly as she could, that my daughter needs help now.
I am willing and able to get her the help she needs, but I was frustrated when she told me that they follow the school’s calendar and since school is out for the year she will not start going to therapy until late August. It is hard to be told that your child needs help and yet they have to wait a long period of time to get it.
However, she did put my fears to rest. Alison’s problem rests merely with language, and not any other type of delay. That is the silver lining on my otherwise gray cloud, I suppose.