day 199: rosetta stone
I have a student in my class that struggles saying a complete sentence. I am not talking about correct grammar. I am talking about getting out enough words in a sentence so that it makes sense.
I books cats.
In car.
No matter what I have tried, giving verbal prompts, encouraging, praising when she gets close, it is not happening. Luckily, she is enthusiastic about school, enjoys her peers, and manages to communicate just fine with her little friends.
I feel that way with those closest to me. Sometimes my sentences can be choppy and incomplete, but those people that love me are able to interpret my meaning. Yesterday I was on the phone with my husband, concerned about my oldest feeling overwhelmed with school, tuition, etc. A catch in the throat from me on the other end of the phone and my husband responded, No worries, baby. I am on it. Within half an hour the problem was solved and I was at ease. Now, don't think I always get my way. Please don't think that. I do, however get understanding. And it isn't just by my husband. Sometimes it is my sister, sometimes my best friend.
There is an invisible rosetta stone I hold up when I talk to people that love me.
4 comments
I'm such a romantic. Loved this little story of real love.
Isn't it awesome to have great husbands?
We're lucky and blessed.
Thanks for sharing.
love,
lola
I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes he just knows, even when I'm not exactly saying it. It is so reassuring.
It's good when people we love, understand.
Books cats.
I. Love. Your. Metaphors.
I've never felt particularly articulate, so I take great comfort in the people around me that have taken the time to translate my rosetta. It takes a while, so there aren't a lot, but enough.
Cats books you too.
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