So it shouldn't have surprised me that when I first started to express my concern about The Boy's development, my mother waved her hands - dismissing my concern. "He's a boy."
My concerns were validated months later after a series of evaluations. The Boy was way off the milestone chart. At two years old, he couldn't talk, point, clap, wave, imitate and had no imaginative play. Developmentally, he was between six to nine months old.
Upon reading the twenty page evaluation of all the things The Boy couldn't do, I was devestated. How could I have missed this? Still my mother waved my concerns away. "Norrin is fine," she insisted. "You can't pay attention to those things. He'll get the services and he'll be fine."
It's been almost three years since The Boy's diagnosis. This morning he looked me in the eye and said, "I want something to eat." When I asked him what he wanted to eat, he answered, "How about cereal." We can have a simple back and forth conversation. The Boy also points, claps, waves and his imaginitive play skills are slowly starting to emerge. And I no longer obsess over the milestone chart the way I used to. There is no more wondering if - only when. There is no expiration date for achievement. Only suggestions.*
Food, however, is still a whole other story.
* Is your baby on track? Early Intervention (birth to 3) is imperative. If you suspect your child may have a developemental delay, talk to your peditrician immediately.