Two years ago today Cecily was diagnosed with Autism. Two years ago today Steve and I held each
other in bed devastated as we mourned the loss of our “typical” daughter. Would we ever get pedicures together? Would Steve walk her down the aisle? Life would never be the same. We would have to find a new normal. We were thrust to the bottom of a pit…but
this was our low, and it would get better.
Here I am…two short years…but 730 LONG days later, and it is
much worse than it was back then when she had just turned 2. I was so naïve in thinking we were at our
worst and it would get better. And some
things are better, but most is much worse.
Back then the average person wouldn’t have guessed she had autism. She didn’t have melt downs, she was so go
with the flow. Today she is so much
further behind her peers than she was back then. I just got a report last week that showed
that her expressive language was that of a 12 month old, and her receptive
language was that of a 13 month old.
When I read about Cecily on paper it devastates me! Especially when I have Pippa who is about to
be 8 months old. If she is “typical” she
might pass her sister in 5 months! All
of the therapy, all of the flash cards, all of the hours spend talking to her
in the last 2 years and we have a 12-13 month old in a 4 year old body. I’m crying right now as I type it.
It is exhausting.
Physically…she’s 41 pounds…and as strong as an ox! But more than it is mentally &
emotionally exhausting. I just told
Steve today… “I don’t think I can be her therapist…I just can’t do it
anymore…I’m too exhausted!” When I have
a 7 month old to take care of and keep my eyes on Cecily at all times, I have
NO time. I just wish God would specifically
tell me what I needed to do to help her.
I pray for wisdom EVERY SINGLE DAY!
I’m not qualified to be the parent of a child with Autism, but God
entrusted me with it. And for this
control freak, it is all uncomfortable!
But after the year I had in 2014, I am here in surrender. The word God gave me at the beginning of the
year was “release”. And I do release her
to Him. She is His to begin with. But I have a hard time physically doing
that. It sounds good. I want to.
But how to actually do it…I have no clue. So I just lift my hands in the air and say
that I relinquish control.
I just wish that I could see the end of the parade. The part that God already knows. It makes me think of Casting Crowns’ song
“Already There”.
When I’m lost in the mystery
To you my future is a memory
‘Cause You’re already there
Standing at the end of my life
Waiting on the other side
And You’re already there
One day I’ll stand before You
And look back at the life I’ve lived
I can’t wait to enjoy the view
And see how all the pieces fit
‘Cause You’re already there
Oh to know it is all going to be ok. To enjoy the ride and not think too much
about the destination. Every day I worry
I am losing valuable time. That she
should be further along than she is.
That all the therapists and experts we encounter tell me “any day she is
going to talk”. They have been saying
that now for 14 months. How do I know
that…I have been counting.
Today has been hard.
2 years!!! I don’t journal…I
don’t write. I’m not very good at
it. But I needed to get something out on
paper.
I do have hope. I
still pray for miraculous healing. I
pray for God to bless our efforts in the therapy we do. I pray for God to give me the strength to do
therapy with her. As I said before I
pray for wisdom. Wisdom to know what
will work for Cecily. I get articles
almost daily from people who want to help because they read an article about
autism. I pray for discernment in
knowing what to chase…because at this point I read so much I feel jaded that
nothing is going to work. But she is still
my Cecily. One of the most beautiful
creations God has placed in my life. And
I get a glimpse of her here and there. I
just want to get her out, because it hurts so bad to see her so frustrated when
she can’t tell me what she wants or needs.
She doesn’t deserve that! Not
that anyone does. But it is hard to
watch your child go through it. It will
be interesting to see where she is a year or two from now. It is going to go by way too fast. But I am hoping I will be surprised by how
far she has come.