“Spike spoke his first word with his hand. The sun had risen late and bright on a winter's day, its incendiary rays dissolving the darkness at the edges of the blind. I pulled a cord and the blind folded up on itself, and light flooded the room. Spike lay sleepy amongst the rumpled sheets of our bed. He squinted, raised his hand next to head and opened and closed his pudgy starfish fist. He had made the Makaton sign for "light". We were charmed by it, as all parents are by the child's first words. I don't think we gave any thought at all to the abstract nature of the concept he had chosen to communicate. Not "Mama". "Light".
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