I always knew that Gia didn't have a global problem, and that's probably why it took me so long to get her help. My son spoke late, and Gia seemed to be following similar patterns in her developmental timeline. I just figured I had early walking and late talking kids.
The mommy gut started to kick in when Gia was about two and a half years old, and at three years old, she was diagnosed with Childhood Apraxia of Speech.
Everything suddenly made sense.
Gia fit the very definition of apraxia. I knew that she could hear me, I knew that she could understand me, and I knew that she wanted to talk to me. You can imagine how confused I was, that despite all of those things, she just couldn't express herself with spoken words.
As she nears her 5th birthday and prepares for Kindergarten, I couldn't be more proud of how far she's come. She has worked so hard, spending countless hours in therapy. Her voice will never be taken for granted. She's earned each and every word she has, and we treasure them all.
Gia is my hero - she is everything I wish I could be. She has fearless confidence, comfort in her skin and a spirit that's free.
Nothing can stop that girl - not even apraxia.