I have experienced some fustrations in the last few weeks. Mason wants me to know what he is saying and usually I can figure it out but sometimes I just can't figure it out, which causes him to get fustrated. The worst part of it is he knows what he wants but can't get it out. I came across this poem a few weeks ago, which everytime I read it brings tears to my eyes. I can't help thinking that this could be what he is thinking...
"I know you can't hear me ... but I do talk to you. And I hear everything you say to me, too. I hear when you laugh when I do something funny. I hear you yell, "Hooray" when I try so hard. I hear you tell others how you'd never trade me for the world even with all the trials I came with. I hear you thank God for what a blessing you have been given. I hear you encourage me when I can almost do it. I hear you cry, too, when it gets a little harder and when you ask God, "Why?!" your baby and I know you know I understand somehow. And you know I listen when you talk to me too But, I want you to know, Mom ... I do talk to you."
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