The week our daughter was diagnosed Developmentally Delayed
It’s 5:35 in the morning on a Wednesday in September. This is the second early morning in a row I’ve woken with anxious thoughts, then distinguished said thoughts with the truth about who my daughter is. The truth that she is exactly who she is supposed to be, and the truth that we are supposed to be her parents and the truth that God put her in our lives for many reasons and that she will have a far better life with us than anyone else. The truth that we can handle a child with developmental delays. The truth that we have what it takes to be her advocate.
…God put her in our lives for many reasons…
(I can’t believe how far she had come. She was just 3 months old when we became her parents.)
I’ll go back to Monday, the day of our meeting with the local public school system. My husband and I anxiously awaited meeting our daughter’s 3 year Pre K teacher. She sounded bubbly and a little over the top, you know, perfect for a class room of little kids. We were there to review our daughter’s IEP, Individual Education Plan, after she had a group of education professionals, therapists and other people observe her, test her and gather all sorts of information from her early childhood. We knew that the results of these findings changed things. She was no longer just going to the local elementary school for speech therapy 2 days a week. Her IEP changed to school 3 full days a week.
Meeting her teacher was a relief. She was warm, inviting and friendly and a hugger. Most days I’m a hugger too, so that doesn’t weird me out. We sat at a conference table with 2 teachers, the school administrator and her new school speech therapist. We began reviewing her history and our concerns and then got the findings of all that research on her. To see your child’s delays written in black and white and the actual percentages in all these areas is very emotional. I couldn’t hold back the tears any more. I was heartbroken right there in that school conference room for my daughter’s future. Everyone wants their child to be healthy, in mind, body, intellect and spirit. To have a full life. Developmental delays make you fear that your child will miss out.
She is the happiest child in our house.
But then something changed in my thought process. I realized that most days and and most of every day, she is the happiest child in our house. She is full of energy and life and excitement. She laughs loud, screams loud and lives life all-out every day. What more could I ask for. She may catch up and enter kindergarten with no problem, she may always have to be in a special education program, or she may land somewhere in between. I could go crazy, literally crazy over worrying about it, but that will rob me of my joy. So instead I will keep reminding my self of the truth. She is where she needs to be, and that God chose us to be her parents.
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