I picked our little man up from school today.
His teacher told me he still isn't speaking in class much.
They can't get him to open up.
They pull him out of class two days a week
so he can have one-on-one therapy.
The older he gets, and the more he cognitively catches up, the more frustrated he is becoming. He knows what he wants to say and he just doesn't understand why we can't figure it out. He repeats himself over and over. I told Cory that I feel like we're playing Mad Gab sometimes. (I hate that game!)
Last year he was so frustrated, we think he just gave up for a while.
He shut down and didn't speak much for a long time.
Thankfully at home he now jibbers and jabbers all the time.
We are so grateful for the improvement he has made over the past year.
We can actually carry on a conversation with him. Very limited, but it is improvement!
As he gets older, as a mom, it saddens my heart.
Especially when we hear other children, much younger, speaking in whole sentences and carrying on semi-adult conversations.
With that being said, we stand firm in our faith that
our boy will be completely healed from this.
He will one day speak with ease.
He will one day sing silly songs.
He will one day laugh at a joke he told.
He will one day not remember these days of struggle.
He will be healed and he will be whole.
Will you continue to join us in prayer for his Apraxia?
"Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess,
for he who promised is faithful."