For the Record
In the Comments section of yesterday's Blogzilly a good friend of mine posed a question. Now, Kim would probably prefer to remain totally separate from the actual blog subject matter but instead I'm going to pull her out into the light and embarrass the living shit out of her here.
Why would I do this to someone I consider a friend?
Well, mainly because I miss her and I know deep down she won't mind. After all, there was a time when we spent more time together than Batman and Robin. When we worked together as the Dynamic Duo of Production at Palisades Toys for several years from 2002 to 2005, we worked on hundreds of projects together and built not just action figures, playsets, swords, knives and resin statuary, but also what will likely remain a life-long friendship.
We've since moved on to other things professionally. She is working for a company in Maryland that I won't mention here because I do respect her privacy as far as that is concerned, but she is still creating new products, just not action figures and statues. And me? I've got my sights set on a Night Shift Manager position at 7-11. Which means...I'm currently 'in-between' job positions at the moment.
One last thing about Kim before I get to her question...you gotta hand it to her. During this shitstorm of the last couple of years, she has really stepped up her game. I don't think a day goes by that she has NOT sent me something via e-mail in an attempt to make me laugh.
Something like this.
I think she considers it her duty to try to make me smile every day, that's the type of friend she is, and that's what makes her such a great person to have in your corner, when you come back to your stool when the round is over, and your head is throbbing, blood and sweat is pouring from your swollen head and you are seeing triple.
She's the one who can make you believe, even when you don't, that you have enough gas left in your tank to get back out there and take another beating for another round. She can even make you believe that you have a chance to win.
And you just might.
So she's a good friend. Why can't I just get to the freakin' point, right? Cause this is CREATIVE writing, people!
Her question, yesterday, related to Bennett's vocabulary.
Can you give a list of the words Bennett will say without prompting (like maybe 'Daddy' and 'Cracker')and another list of words he'll say when coached (like 'cereal')?
Which is ironic, because on Sunday, during a quiet, a rare quiet moment with Bennett, I was communicating with him one on one and going 'Say ______' and he was saying '______' in response and I turned to Jen and said 'I should make a list of what he can and can't say right now so we have it for the record'.
I should point out that it doesn't really matter about prompting or non-prompting, because it can happen either way. It simply is a matter of Bennett's Choice. He can say a word if he wants to. We know this. He sometimes just does, he sometimes just doesn't. It's very strange. I don't understand his 'disorder', or whatever you call what he's got, to explain why this happens.
The technical term for the inability to recall a word when needed is Dysnomia. The surgeon said that because the Left Temporal Lobe was going to be removed he might suffer from this later in life. But I don't know if this is representative of that or if this is...something else. Welcome to a small slice of this life.
So FOR the record, and for Kim, here it is. Keep in mind that these words that Bennett says he says in what I call Benglish, which means that I understand them and Jen understands them, but you might not understand them completely on the first go unless I told you what each word was.
That means that the intent is there, the assignment of the word to the object or person is consistently there, and the pronunciation is either pretty good or in some cases is being worked on.
The List of Words/Names That Bennett Can Say as of 10/12/10
Momma (Sometimes Mommy)
There are probably a good ten I am forgetting right now. I can always go back and add them if I think of them.
And of course the encouraging thing is that he tries to repeat so many things you say, and while he can't always, the attempts are there and so the list keeps growing, and that is something that you hold on to on days that are more difficult.
Now, I believe, no I know, he actually understands and comprehends a lot more than these words. And although he cannot form any words into any kind of sentence or even into two words side by side, like 'Bye-Bye, Daddy.', he seems to understand so much more than he can actually put together himself.
His reactions seem to indicate as much to me.
Sometimes I'm very optimistic, downright hopeful about maybe one day having a conversation with the little guy. Other times, I get scared that I won't be able to, that one day we might reach his limit. You do what you can to try to control the fear and not let it control you.
You do what you can.
Or, you wait for the next e-mail from Kim, and hope it's funny.