Sheryl Lawson, 35, from Accrington, Lancashire
Watching my little boy Jeffrey playing happily with his toys, I smiled. ‘Mama,’ he babbled chirpily, as he raced cars around the floor. He was my whole world.
But as he turned three, my fiancé Andrew Charlesworth, 35, and I noticed Jeffrey’s speech wasn’t improving. He could say a few words here and there, but any further progress had stalled.
‘Boys are lazier,’ my mum Angie said when I mentioned it. ‘I’m sure he’ll catch up.’
I was sure she was right.
But I kept a close eye on Jeffrey.
‘We’ve noticed it, too,’ a nursery worker said when I asked them about it. ‘We could try referring him to a speech therapist.’
‘We’ll give it a go,’ I said.
I wasn’t too concerned, but I’d do anything to help my