Felt and Heard an Angel

by Jeanmarie
categories: ComfortComfort   ChildrenChildren  

“Madison will be alright!”

My daughter, Madison, was 4 years old and could barely talk. She spoke in 3-4 word utterances like, “Madison hungry, Madison outside”. I took her to a special school for testing. I thought all she needed was some speech therapy and she’d be fine.  She was my only child and I didn’t know what was wrong.

She was tested by 4-5 special school testers. After they asked her to do things, tried to play with her,  then they all went into a little room to “process their findings”.

Then they all came out and we sat around a round table as they each, one by one, told me why my daughter had Autism.  I was completely shocked. After the second tester confirmed the first I couldn’t listen anymore.  I tried but I all I could hear was a ringing in my ears.
 
I grew up with older brothers and I tried to never let them see me cry.  I learned at an early age to hold in my tears and cry when I was alone.  I’ve been married for almost 20 years now and I can count on one hand how many times my husband has seen me cry.

I heard ringing then had a HUGE lump in my throat so I couldn’t really talk.  All I could think of was, ‘get to the car then you can cry and let this out’, get to the car and you can scream and shout and cry.”

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Michael Boyink

on 09/23/07

Thanks, Jeanmarie, for posting your story here.  We’ll pray for Madison.

Charlotte

on 09/29/07

Rrrr
I have the same second name as your daughter but hers is her first name !
MADISON.
i love my second name.

Praying for MADISON to grow and to be a healthy little girl.

My marks CHARLOTTE_MADISON xx

Keira

on 09/22/08

Beatiful story, hope Madison is well!! :)

Have a Blessed Day!!!

Dan

on 06/02/09

My wife and I went through the same experience you did, without the angel.  Our son, Christian, was also diagnosed with Autism.  People just don’t understand how hard it is to go through all of that.

We were in the same room with 4-5 people, like you said.  It was so overwhelming.  At times, one of them would be talking to Christian, one of them asking my wife questions and one of them talking to me.  All the while, trying to figure out what was going on.  It’s like losing your kid.  All of your goals, aspirations and hope for your child are gone.

That was the worst time for us as a family.  There was a chance, they told us, that he may never talk.  I always thought, if he could just say “Daddy”.  Some sign that he knew about me.  Some kind of bond.  That’s all I needed.  You see, he had me at hello.  I’ve been in love with him since the first time I saw him.

Things have only gotten better since then.  He can talk and we do have a bond.  He’s worked so hard and it has been hard on us.  It’s such a hard journey to go through.  All the therapy.  All the frustration.  All the hurt.

One co-worker summed it up for me one day.  She said, God gives special kids to special people.  I think she was right.

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