My Angel
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- by Adrien-Ethos
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As you probably know, I have a daughter. Her name is Amelya Sophia, but we call her Amy. She's 5 years old; turns 6 in September 16. She, along with my wife, is the light of my life.
My wife and I had her when we were relatively young, at the age of 19. She was a loved baby since the beginning, but I have to be honest with you, it was totally unplanned. Even when we were scared to death, and we didn't know what to do, we just embraced it as a blessing from God.
It hasn't been easy, though. At age 2, Amy was diagnosed with PDD-NOS (pervasive developmental disorder not otherwise specified), which means that she has some symptoms of Autism, but not enough of them to diagnose her with the actual disorder. In other words, we are in some kind of neurological limbo. She is impaired to make friends with her peers, she never begins a conversation (and won't even look at you straight to your eyes if she doesn't know you), and she is obsessed with organizing and counting stuff. Now, some of you might think that the last one is not that bad (probably because your kid's bedroom looks like a jungle), but try giving her Frosted Flakes for breakfast, right before going to school. She will count every flake in her bowl, to then put exactly 8 flakes in her spoon, everytime she takes it into her mouth to eat. Needless to say, we don't eat corn flakes anymore.
But, besides all that, she's just as normal as any other child her age. She loves playing with her Legos, for hours. She takes all her cups, where she organizes all the pieces by color and size, counts all the pieces in them, and then make all sorts of stuff: a red house with a green roof, a blue car, a yellow tree. Her learning abilities are quite normal, but she cannot deal with a regular teacher (and who can, nowadays?). So she attends a preschool center for kids with similar kinds of ''disorders'''. Even the word is so inappropiate, when Amy is so obsessively organized.
So, today I decided to dedicate my journal to her, because she's the most beautiful girl in the world. She's learning ballet. Her mom and I taught her how to read and write. She does it at her own pace, which is perfect. And I am totally proud of being her dad.
My wife and I had her when we were relatively young, at the age of 19. She was a loved baby since the beginning, but I have to be honest with you, it was totally unplanned. Even when we were scared to death, and we didn't know what to do, we just embraced it as a blessing from God.
It hasn't been easy, though. At age 2, Amy was diagnosed with PDD-NOS (pervasive developmental disorder not otherwise specified), which means that she has some symptoms of Autism, but not enough of them to diagnose her with the actual disorder. In other words, we are in some kind of neurological limbo. She is impaired to make friends with her peers, she never begins a conversation (and won't even look at you straight to your eyes if she doesn't know you), and she is obsessed with organizing and counting stuff. Now, some of you might think that the last one is not that bad (probably because your kid's bedroom looks like a jungle), but try giving her Frosted Flakes for breakfast, right before going to school. She will count every flake in her bowl, to then put exactly 8 flakes in her spoon, everytime she takes it into her mouth to eat. Needless to say, we don't eat corn flakes anymore.
But, besides all that, she's just as normal as any other child her age. She loves playing with her Legos, for hours. She takes all her cups, where she organizes all the pieces by color and size, counts all the pieces in them, and then make all sorts of stuff: a red house with a green roof, a blue car, a yellow tree. Her learning abilities are quite normal, but she cannot deal with a regular teacher (and who can, nowadays?). So she attends a preschool center for kids with similar kinds of ''disorders'''. Even the word is so inappropiate, when Amy is so obsessively organized.
So, today I decided to dedicate my journal to her, because she's the most beautiful girl in the world. She's learning ballet. Her mom and I taught her how to read and write. She does it at her own pace, which is perfect. And I am totally proud of being her dad.