When I got pregnant at 19, I researched and planned and prepared for EVERYTHING! When our son, Gabe, was born, he was more perfect than we could have imagined. He was developing at an advanced rate and everything was easy… until about 7 months old when everything stopped. He became withdrawn, not social. He had ritualistic behaviors. He would not let us teach him anything. His development was halted until one day he picked up a stack of cups. My one year old could stack 10 cups without effort in seconds. We were amazed! We also knew something was different about him.
He received the official diagnoses of regressive autism at 2 years old. It was a curveball. Again, I did my research and learned as much as I could about it. I'm still amazed by him on a daily basis. He understands nature in a way that I only WISH I could. He's touched everyone's heart and has taught me all about patience and perseverance.
He carries those stacking cups everywhere as a trophy of his first big accomplishment. No one can touch them. Funny, because I carry him around the same way. No matter how much research I had done, or how much I prepared for this child, he was going to be the one to teach me everything.
Breaux Bridge, LA
