The connection of a Mom and child is established right at the beginning of the pregnancy. As the pregnancy progresses, it gets stronger and as we approach the birth of the child, the only world child knows is the Mom.
Thats what we had —the quiet, unspoken bond. Like an invisible thread tying us together, steady and certain, even in silence.
But as he grew, I began to realize something gently, and sometimes painfully.
Connection wasn’t the same as communication.
I could feel him. But I didn’t always understand him. There were moments I found myself searching—For a response. For a sign. For something familiar that told me we were “getting it right.”
And when those moments didn’t come the way I expected, I questioned everything.
Was I missing something?Was he trying to tell me something I couldn’t hear?
The Moments
When he was little, he would just call out, “mama, mama,” and keep playing.
At first, I thought he wasn’t really trying to communicate.
But slowly, I understood—that was his way of asking me to sit with him.To be there. To share his space, even if not his words.
There were other moments too.
Times when he would take my hand and lead me somewhere—without explaining, without looking back, just trusting I would follow. Or days when he would repeat the same action again and again, as if trying to say something I hadn’t yet learned to understand.
And that’s when it hit me— Realization
Maybe he was always speaking.I just didn’t know his language yet.
That’s when I began to learn a new kind of listening.
Not just to words—but to pauses.To patterns.To the quiet rhythms of his world.
Communication didn’t arrive all at once.
It unfolded slowly—like learning to read a book written in a language I had never known, one page at a time. In gestures, in routines, in moments that didn’t look like communication at all—until I chose to see them differently.
And somewhere along the way, something shifted again. The connection I always felt… deepened.
Not because it changed—but because I finally met it halfway.
But this journey? It asks for something more.
Courage.
Courage to let go of what communication “should” look like.Courage to trust that what we have is real—even if it looks different.Courage to walk a path that isn’t always understood by others.
Because some days still feel uncertain—like walking without a map, guided not only by instinct and love but by therapists and other moms who are in the same boat.
But it is beautiful and we are going to pave this road one step at a time.
And that makes it enough.
Today, “C” reminds me—
That connection can exist before understanding. That communication can grow in the quietest ways. And that courage is what carries both forward.
One alphabet at a time, we are growing together.
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