He may only be 3 years old, but he’s my hero.
Maybe I’m a little biased. He is my son. I look back over this past year, and I am in awe of what God has done in his life. This is child who said Mama for the first time at age two. He would speak, but we had no idea what he was saying, and it was heart-breaking.
I remember both of us sitting on the floor in the kitchen in tears because he was so frustrated trying to tell me something and I couldn’t understand him. He knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn’t get it out. When he was diagnosed with Childhood Apraxia of Speech, my heart hurt, but I was relived. It gave us something to work with. He wasn’t broken. He was fearfully and wonderfully made by God.
But we had a lot of work to do.
We’re still working. But now I can understand 90-95 % of what he says. Amazing. Every day he blows me away with the sentences he puts together. I am so proud of his progress. His determination in therapy sessions and practicing making sounds over and over again is inspirational to me. Things that I take for granted.
We still have a ways to go, but we’re getting there.
He’s my son. My hero.