For nearly two years, my son didn’t talk. Not much, anyway. He said a few words: Mama. Dada. Ball. No.

… If you’ve become a parent in the last decade, you know what doctors and websites and parenting magazines say about a baby who doesn’t speak.

It was my mother who finally calmed me down. A speech pathologist, she had listened to me during my regular calls to her at her home…

…it wasn’t until we sat together watching my son play in a hotel room the summer before he turned 2 that she finally succeeded in allaying my fears.

“Your generation of parents — even this new generation of doctors — has forgotten that communication isn’t just about words. It’s about nonverbal communication, too: smiles and hugs and kisses and points of the fingers and waves of the hands…

This past school year, we were thrilled when he was paired with a lovely first-grade teacher who saw the deep thinker within.

“He thinks before he speaks,” she told me at parent/teacher conferences, raving about what she called his “thoughtful insights,”…

At the end of the school year, the moms were preparing a wedding shower for that teacher…I placed a piece of paper and markers on the table beside my son’s bowl of cereal and asked him to write a nice note to his teacher about love or marriage..

He picked up the markers and in the three minutes that I spent in the bathroom, wrote these words, unassisted:

“Love is invisible. It is hard to catch, but easy to find. For a happy marriage, remember to stay calm, take a deep breath in and a deep breath out.”

…I wept as I showed my husband, not sure if we were raising a 7-year-old boy or a wise poet.

…I received calls and emails from other mothers who had seen the note, as it was being mounted in a book for the teacher. “You should be so proud of all that you taught him,” they told me again and again.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t take credit for teaching him. If anything, he’s the one who’s taught me.”

Source: What I learned from my son who wouldn’t speak – The Washington Post