Sam bends down and looks steadily into my eyes with a certain smirking smile I know so well. I know what’s next. It goes like this:
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No, no, no, no, nooooo!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
No, no, no, no, nooooo!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
No, no, no, no, nooooo!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
No, no, no, no, nooooo!
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
We have our established roles. Sam does the “no’s” and I have the “yeses.” I have no idea what we are “yesing” and “noing” about. If I could think back to the inaugural “yes/no” I might remember, but that memory is long lost. I only know this particular word volley ends in silly laughter. The reason really doesn’t matter.
So many of our conversations are this way: scripted in nature, reruns from other days. We pass it off as conversation; it connects us. We understand the rules of the exchange. There is no frustration with our scripted exchanges. We have established lines; we are generally satisfied with the conclusion. Who has the last word is unimportant.
It is through scripted exchanges Sam makes most of his needs known. I am happy we have this mode of communication. I know we are lucky.
We have other types of conversations. They are not nearly as fluent. They are far less frequent.
Sam occasionally comments about the weather or something in his immediate surround; “It is very rainy today.” or “The sky is blue.” When probed, Sam can choose words like “happy,” “sad,” “silly,” “anxious” and “afraid” to report on his emotional state. Sometimes he can even indicate when he feels unwell.
Novel conversations remain very challenging for Sam. It took years to finally master most “who, what and where” questions.
“Why” remains the elusive.
Sam is rarely able to explain a reason for a behavior, action or request unless it is an answer he has memorized and answered hundreds of times. The answer to most “why” questions remain locked in his head, far from my reach. Though I like to think I know him best, I am frequently stumped.
We bumble our way through those conversations as I try to crack the code to Sam’s world, trying to elicit the meaning of each word; carefully observing his facial expression to see if it matches the comment.
This is how it is most days.
And then, when I least expect it comes a rare magical moment when he speaks, unscripted, succinct and perfect in every way as he did last night before he drifted off to sleep:
Stay with Mommy.
Why?
Because.
Because?
Because... because… I love you.
I always enjoy the banter of our scripted exchanges; the comfort they provide Sam. I love their rhythm. They provide us a place to meet, to connect.
I pause in awe of the novel conversations, though. They are rare and beautiful. I mark those moments and bask in their lovely space, cherishing them as the most special of gifts.
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it's just so great that you're able to appreciate the scripted conversations as well as the novel ones. it makes the bond between you two all the more apparent. thx for this beautiful post.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments. The scripted things are so much a part of who Sam is. They are like singing a favorite song. You seldom tire of it, and you are right. It bonds us.
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