As a young, ambitious man, I sought the origin of song in the brain of an Australian zebra finch.
I was training to become a neurologist. My practice was to pick apart the foundations of beauty, wonder, awe to locate the source of music and the grammar of song. Or that was the idea.
All the birds died singing.
You won’t find the essence of life by knowing it’s fragments. You won’t know the heart of your child by understanding why she speaks, cries or falls silent.
Like the song bird, your child is a sacred being. Do whatever you need to provide the natural environment in which she sings.