When my son, Cody, was two years old, he spoke with a speech impediment. He could not pronounce Ls. He admired “wions” and “wightbulbs” and he “woved” me very much. I’m glad he called me “Mommy” because he couldn’t say my name. If he attempted to say it, he would have called me “Waura.” This condition continued for years. Suddenly one day he walked up to me and said, “I love you.”
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