Blog #10 - Milestone Moments in Motherhood.

We prayed for his voice. We waited for his words. Years later, he gives us both — in rapid-fire sentences, a deep baritone, and sometimes in heated teenage debates. And in those moments, my husband and I exchange a quiet smile… because we’re living inside the very prayer we once whispered through tears.

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My first child had just turned two when we began to notice it , he was so quiet.

He was endlessly active, always moving, exploring, testing the limits of his little legs, yet his words were few. His thumb, which had been in his mouth since the very first hours of life, was still his favourite comfort. I told myself it was just how he soothed himself.

There were babbles, the occasional word here and there, but nothing like what I’d imagined at this age. I read and researched, reassured myself that boys could be slower to speak. Still, a small knot of worry began to take shape.

When he turned three, we moved to a new country, and the few words followed us. The worry deepened. That was when we decided to act with purpose, we got speech therapy, flashcards and storybooks online, filled with colours, pictures, and words. My husband and I took turns reading to him each night, our voices full of hope, our hearts willing the words to come. We enrolled him in daycare, hired a private therapist, and prayed…always prayed.

By then, the twins had arrived and were stringing a few words together, yet our eldest still spoke in single words or pointed to what he wanted. But he was happy, so happy. The light in his eyes never dimmed.

We anchored ourselves in what we knew:

Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him. — Psalm 127:3

Every good and perfect gift is from above. — James 1:17

There were small improvements, yes, but no full sentences.

And then, one day, it happened.

I was reading to him, encouraging him to repeat after me. Without a moment’s pause, he reached for the book and began to read , word for word. Clear. Confident. My heart stopped, then swelled. I fumbled for my phone, recording him so I could show his father later. That recording was more than proof , it was the sound of answered prayers, of seeds sown in patience and faith finally breaking through the soil.

Fast forward to today. He’s a teenager. We often find ourselves in lively “discussions” usually over something he did or didn’t do, and he will respond in his deep baritone voice, rattling off words at 100 per second. In those moments, my husband and I steal a glance at each other and smile. We don’t need to say anything; we both know. This, right here, is what we once asked God for.

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What This Milestone Taught Me

Motherhood has shown me that each child blooms in their own season, and that faith joined with steady love will always bear fruit.

So, to the parent who is still waiting don’t let go. The day will come when you’ll find yourself smiling through the noise, thinking, “Remember when we prayed for this?”

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