My Son, My World

My Son, My World

My son is everything to me. Four years old and beautiful (I know I am biased). I think we all come up with fantasies in our heads of  what our children will be like. Do these fantasies come true for people? Maybe for some. In my case, it did not. This is perfectly okay however. He is wonderful in every imaginable way.

When it comes to my son, I concocted an image of what he would look like and be like while I was pregnant with him. His personality would be like mine (sweet, sensitive and book obsessed as he got older) and he would be a great talker like my husband’s side of the family.  I was so excited when he was around 10 months old and started saying some words because I thought he really did get the talking gene! However once 12 months came around, the talking ceased. It never really started up again until he was about 28 months and then it was only a few words here and there with definitely no sentences. I finally decided  to get him evaluated with the early intervention program in our city and they told me that he needed to be in the early childhood special education program.

This is his second year in a special education classroom and he has made so much improvement. There are still some issues which I will address in another post but I wanted to give an introduction on the little guy that might appear on this blog. He is my world.

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