My 6 year-old son got the diagnosis when he was 3. Since then, our life was filled with therapies and doctors. Some of them worked; some did not. Even though I appreciated everything our ABA therapists did, I felt the importance to equip myself with something else-something enabled my son the ability to read others’ mind, enjoy the friendship, and has a normal life. That was how RDI came to our life.
I had problem to grasp the essence of RDI at the beginning. I got stuck all the time and even thought about giving up. I am happy I didn’t. Step by step, my son is growing into a different boy, and I myself have become a different mom. I gradually regained my confidence to be a mom. I know we will be fine eventually.
We went to Sandy Hook last Sunday. I sit on a beach towel watching my son and my husband running along the beach. They waited for the waves and jumped on every big wave excitedly. I noticed one gentleman watching my son all the time. He told me that my son was a beautiful little boy when he prepared to leave. After he left, I wept quietly. That’s the tears of joy. It’s nice to know that my son is beautiful not only in my eyes!
I really appreciate my consultant, Patricia Einbender, who accompanied me when I felt the whole situation was hard to bear. She is not only an experienced consultant, but also a woman full of wisdom and always gave the valuable suggestions. I know I can count on her. I would also like to thank my son for teaching me not to take anything for granted.