This reminds me of a story…
A new mother had her first child, a son, who seemed healthy and complete at birth. Everything checked out normal, and the doctor assured the mother that the infant’s hearing was also fine. But the baby never cried, never screamed, never made a sound. Other than the lack of sound, the baby boy seemed fine, healthy, happy, and ate well.
After some months, the mother brought the baby to another doctor to have his hearing rechecked, and to get opinions on the lack of vocalization. The new doctor studied the baby’s history, listened to the mother’s concerns, and ran a battery of tests: All normal.
At least once a year after that the mother took her apparently healthy, but totally silent, son to a new doctor for new tests and checks. Nothing ever indicated as a problem. Finally, a doctor told her that there was no medical or health reason why the boy wouldn’t speak or cry, she should just accept things as they were and be happy with him.
When the boy started kindergarten and later, first grade, the same thing happened. Teachers were startled by his silence, but could tell easily that he could hear fine and there was nothing wrong with his intelligence or class participation. He just never said a word, to them, to his parents or to any of the other kids.
None of the kids had a problem with him. He was friendly and cheerful, a good athlete, and easy to get along with. He made friends easily and was always included in all activities.
Eventually his mother learned to accept his silence and stopped dwelling on it.
Years went by as the boy grew normally. His parents learned to completely ignore that he never said a word. Things were smooth.
One day in his sixteenth year the boy came home late one day from playing outside with his friends. His mother, knowing that his summer days could last longer than she was willing to wait dinner on him, had served his soup and left it on the table for him to get to. When the boy came in from outside he washed up and sat down at the table. He picked up his soup spoon hungrily and dove into the soup, taking a huge spoonful and putting it into his mouth. He got an odd look on his face, but swallowed the soup with some evident distaste. “Soup’s cold,” he said, as plain as day.
His parents, shocked, stopped chewing their own food and nearly choked as they attempted to respond to him. In tears, his mother said to him, “All these years without a word! It’s so wonderful to hear your voice, finally!” Puzzled, she followed that with, “But why now? Why those first words?” she asked.
The boy shrugged. “Up to now, things have been okay.”