A special needs child in the family here, with the patience and love, in raising him up, translated…
I’d had my youngest son after almost, seven years, and, based off of the prior experiences of our, very first child, in the process of raising our second should come, more easily, later on, we’d realized, that our youngest, was a test for us from up above.
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The developmental milestones of sitting up at seven months, crawling at eight, teething at nine, other than teething, my youngest son failed to follow the regular schedules of growth. And, although we’d, noted that something wasn’t, quite right with him, but, we’d, suppressed the thoughts, I kept finding reasons to convince myself, it wasn’t until he was, almost two years old, we’d finally, got him started, on the physical therapies. Because I knew, that for the sake of my own young, I’d, needed to, face the trials, that way, he would, get the help he needed.
It wasn’t until after two years of age, did my youngest son started learning to talk, whenever a new word came to him, I’d become, so ecstatic I couldn’t, speak. And slowly, more words came into his, vocabulary, his sentences, grew longer too, and although I knew he couldn’t, catch to the pace of the developments of children his own age, but I knew he’s working really hard, and we can, only, compete, with ourselves, and not, others.
We were in the early intervention programs for close to three years, and, our youngest’s progresses are, apparent, it’s just, that this, is a, very long road. Worries, are absolutely, but we can only, tell ourselves, that no matter what, we’re, making, progress. And, the early intervention and after school help programs are, trying us all, but, we’re, very blessed, with many wonderful teachers, they’d used their, enormous amounts of patience, to lead my youngest on his learning, they’d never, given up on him, because he’d, become, stagnant temporarily. We’d also, met many parents who’d become, our friends, who’d, lent us a helping hand whenever, to allow our youngest, to learn and be happy, and comfortable with himself. I’m grateful to my better half, we’d faced the trials together, not placed the blames on one another, working hard, for our own child’s sake, this was, exactly, what he’d, needed from us.
and this too!
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I’d often told myself, thankfully, our youngest son was, our child, because we are there with him, step, by step, every, step of the way, and maybe, the road isn’t going to be easy, and, more challenges will present themselves in the future, but we are, blessed. There will be, many more challenges in our futures, as parents, we will, bravely, take his hands, and keep moving, forward, passing through the trials of life, no matter if, he could catch up to the developmental progresses of children his age in the futures, so long as, he passes every single day happy.
And so, these parents are, extremely, supportive of their own young, they’d not, given up on him because he was, developmentally delayed, and that, is going to, help this young boy, make up for the lacking in his development, and because of the parents’ love, and the early intervention programs available, he will, be happy as he grows up, no matter what, because he has a pair of parents who loves him, dearly.
Life, the Obstacle Course 