It’s an interesting challenge, having a four year old who doesn’t talk. The lack of speech doesn’t mean that she doesn’t communicate — she is constantly pointing things out that she recognises, expecting me to say what they are.
Sometimes it’s easy. Pictures of swimming pools are a simple spot, as are parks and playgrounds, paint brushes, pencils, cake. All things that she recognises from her everyday life and adores. Especially the cake.
Sometimes it’s much harder:
Wee Girl points at something on the TV. “Urrgh.”
Me: “What is it? What can you see?”
Wee Girl, pointing more insistently: “Uurgh!”
Me: “A doggy? A kitty cat?”
Wee Girl, stabbing her finger at the TV now, getting frustrated: “UUURGH!”
Me: “Cake? Biscuits? Table? A door?”
Wee Girl, rolling around on the floor in frustration at my idiocy: “UUUUUUGHHHHEEEEE!”
Me: “Oh, it was a cup of coffee.”
Wee Girl: claps her hands, and jumps up and down. Finally, Mum.
And I bugger off to the kitchen to put the kettle on.