The day the words came

So I work at a day care, right? Most of the time I watch kids who are two to three. Adorable, right? Minnie monsters! I adore them, especially this one little boy that I work with specially because he benefits from having extra care. He's little, very little, so everybody calls him a baby, but this tiny child is two and a half! And the whole time we've been working with him, he hasn't talked. He said "mi" and "ni" and occasionally "bubble", but other than that, nothing. No babbling, not Ma or Da, nothing. 
​Now, children learn to talk at different ages. One of the one year olds I work with on occasion says "bubble" and "hi", but another hasn't found his words yet. Those two babble a lot, but little man doesn't, just "ni ni". He did learn how to say "wee!" when going down the slide and can kinda say "yay!" He loves to laugh--light of my life! 
But Monday was the day of days. That day, he unearthed more than twenty words. They weren't all perfect and shiny, but to me they were more than perfect. I would run to write each one into my phone for his mom. The best moment of the day was watching his face as he blurted out "All done!" at lunchtime. watching children grow like this is one of the best things in the universe. Those magical little baby steps, and even watching them learn to crawl. I know before I said that I can't work with kids. I worry about them, I am terrified for their future, and it gets depressing. It does, and I don't know that thoughts like that will stop, but I do know that moments like these make me happy. During these moments, nothing could make me feel sad. I will remember these precious moments all my life.
Thank you so much, kids. Know that you are beauty, know that you are grace, and even when you feel you fail, Know that someone out there is proud of you and that you changed their life. You save us every day. Keep growing, we love you.