Talking with my Daughter

When we decided to adopt Lilly, I was thrilled to have a daughter.  I have a special relationship with my mom and envisioned having the same with Lilly.  I knew that we would have to build that relationship intentionally.  However, Lilly bonded so well, so soon, I was certain that we would have the mother-daughter relationship I longed for.  
Then, we discovered Lilly was hard of hearing and something was missing.  I wasn't able to talk with my daughter.  I could read her cues and she could read mine.  Our relationship was completely non-verbal.  It could get frustrating.  We were creating our own language.
Then, when she began to learn sign language, I began to learn sign language.  As we eased into this new communication, we learned new cues.  The frustration happened less often, but I still longed to talk to my daughter, really talk, more than just one or two words signed at a time.  And then, as if a switch flipped for Lilly, she began to talk.  Her little voice started sounding like real words, and those words became short sentences.  I'm sure to anyone else it sounds like gibberish, but I can actually hear words and phrases.  The other day Lilly said, "Hey Mom, whatcha doing?"  I understood it!  It wasn't prompted or signed, just spoken as well as she could (still approximating sounds), but I knew what she was saying.  Tears welled up in my eyes.  I thought, "I can talk to my daughter and she can talk back."  We still have so far to go. Most of the world cannot understand Lilly.  But, I can talk with my daughter, and understand her.  It makes us that much closer.  My prayer is that some day we will sit and have lengthy talks about school and boys, faith and life.  For now, I'm content with "Whatcha doing Mom?"