Can You Say, “Thou??“

Baby girl broke out into King James English!

It has been an interesting day. Typing this at 20:56. My husband asked if I’m “at peace” with my worsening situation. See, yesterday we went for a walk and he had to stop me. Make me stop and realise…I was panting. We were walking slowly (too slow for my liking!) yet I couldn’t converse and breathe normally up that very mild incline. So. In light of that new situation, yet another sign of declining lungs, he asked if I’m at peace with disability caused by AS moving forward, If I’m ok with never being able to hold (carry) our future grandchildren when we see them. I told him I don’t even know that I’ll be alive to see any grandchildren anyway.

It was a sobering day but I didn’t feel sad.

So this next event brightened up the mood considerably!

Here’s the thing. I talk to my girl all the time. The males and my teens don’t get why I’m so insistent on talking to her. Slowly, short sentences and using lots of repetition. The teens don’t get any feedback from her, and they assume she barely understands what they do say. My son said as much when I asked him if he’d warned our girl in advance that our new helper star would be caring for her and her three siblings while I took him and his teen sister to their exam venue.

He replied grudgingly. “Yes, I told her, but I don’t think she understood anything I said anyway.” I told him that that didn’t matter. He just needed to keep using short sentences and speaking anyway! On the way to town where their exam venue was, I told them about an autistic who started speaking very late. That’s when I found out my son has given up. He thought my daughter had no chance of ever using speech. Ever.

I think my husband also felt the same. This evening, while they recited the fourth commandment, our girl chimed in, “Six days shalt thou labour and do all they work…” As clear as a bell!! A very loud bell! Her twin sister- who usually keeps quiet- decided she didn’t want to be left behind, so she yelled the rest of the verse loudly!

It was crazy! It was a cacophony of sound! It was BEAUTIFUL AND GLORIOUS.

It was a fitting way to end the day while thinking of how my husband saying, “So…Maybe there is hope for her!” I had thought it was obvious to him that there’s always hope. Till the day she dies, I’ll hope. ☺️

I know that it’s wonderful that she recalls the words and says them in perfect timing. It’s amazing even if it’s pure echolalia.

We are happy.