Curing My Son

I have to mention that James did get a formal diagnosis of autism February 3, 2009. I knew it was coming, so it wasn't quite so devastating. Apparently, people are trying to tell John that James isn't autistic. That he's just being a toddler. Hmm...does anyone want to take him out to the store or try to take him out of his routine? There is so much that makes James who he is. I am glad we got the diagnosis. I do want him to succeed. I don't want to take away an essential part of who he is though. It is hard sometimes to see other kids his age doing things that he is just not ready for. I would like to try him with Sunday School when he turns three. That will be a very difficult transition for him. Sometimes he feels like a regular kid, and I think that when I'm not so focused on his differences, he is a normal kid. At least until he is around his peers. Oh, yeah, that's what makes him different! I'm too tired to get into a list of the things that make him unique...and, yes, different. For now, I'm not ready for the cure that will make James like his peers. We'll just leave it at that.