Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Finding her voice
Thanks for talking to me the other night. Your daddy held the phone up to your ear and you were certainly not shy about introducing yourself.
In fact, you took over the conversation with your non-stop oohs and coos and ahs and gahs. The inflections and timing had me laughing with delight. I could barely get a word in (and for me that’s highly unusual). Proud dad says he thinks you’re ahead of the curve on verbal expression. I agree and realize that your cousin Sophie was not exaggerating when she told me that you had already talked to her.
Even though I have not yet been able to fly across the country and make your acquaintance in person, we have already had our first meaningful encounter. The melodic ring of your voice still echoes in my mind. If you’re this outgoing at three months, I can hardly wait to see what you will be like when real words take shape and float from your tongue.
For now, I’m so grateful to know that you are thriving and letting those who love you know how happy you are to be a part of the family.
It’s been claimed that, as they grow up, little girls seem to lose their voices. They start to doubt what they know and become more quiet in the company of boys.
My precious granddaughter, may the fledgling sounds you are making now grow into a strong and beautiful voice free to express who you are and what you believe in. And may that gift never be taken from you.
Love, Babci xxoo
P.S. You look a lot like your daddy at the same age. He wasn't as chatty though.