Musings

I noticed it yesterday as I flipped through some pictures on my phone. I’m picture obsessed, there’s something about capturing the moments and freezing them in time. A picture brings me back to the moment, the smells, the smiles, the emotions. I take probably 30 pictures a day. When I look back at pictures from the early days of his life, I searched for when we lost him. It has to be there right? I can’t have lost my kid to a pool of autism and not known could I?

A glance through the first years of his life pictures confirm my deepest fears. He wasn’t there and we didn’t know it. But instead of dwelling on the past, there was a picture yesterday that took my breath away when I looked at. Not only was he looking fully at me, but he was showing me his lego creation he’d made before we left the house. “Sailboat! Wego sailboat!” I wrestle so often with if we are pushing him too much. His schedule includes therapy 5 days a week. It doesn’t allow for many random trips to the park. It doesn’t allow him too much downtime. But you know what? It’s working. When you say hello to him, he says it back. When he wants or needs something, he can use his words to express that. And it’s been a lot of miles on the car, a lot of sitting in waiting rooms, but it’s working. I am the biggest believer in early intervention and advocating for your child. Because I’ve seen firsthand what it can do for a kid. What it has done for ours is amazing.