...Clara was in my office the other day looking at "pictas and mooovies" on my computer when I heard a voice over the computer I hadn't heard in awhile. It was Charlie. Charlie from - what feels like - a different lifetime.
The first video is baby Clara (and my awesome feet and our awesome rental rug) but Charlie in the background. So it's about two years ago. The second, I believe, was right around his third birthday.
He had so much to say. My heart hurts when I hear this, for all the things we missed hearing him say. For all the things he was trying to tell us that we didn't understand. I hear parents every day taking for granted the fact that their child simply speaks. I do it myself with Clara. How well are they listening? How well am I listening?
I don't often realize how far he's come until I hear it in contrast. And on the day where I heard his voice come through the computer, we were outside and he was busy telling me that there was a monster in this tree and if you got too close it might bite your finger.
You might not have understood his story, but I did, and someday you will too. I can't wait to hear what else he has to say.