My youngest has sprouted in the blink of an eye. It seems as if it were yesterday when we were teaching him how to walk and talk–for the second time.
Cameron experienced a traumatic reaction to the MMR shot, rendering him having to relearn everything. He also had to overcome issues that did not exist previously. He became self abusive, and well, there’s quite a history, of which I have written previously in earlier entries.
I now look at my son, who was diagnosed at age 2 with autism. He is now a young man, learning to drive, going to formals, attending honors classes, and looking towards a promising future. I never take for granted his progress. I am grateful. His endurance and strength give many others hope.
Cameron does not remember those tough years. I remind him occasionally. He needs to know how severe he was, so he can appreciate where he’s going. I hope to teach him compassion for others as well. Sometimes, when a person overcomes weaknesses, that person has a difficult time being patient with others who suffer that particular weakness.
I’ve watched Cameron mature and grow. I’m impressed with his quiet demeanor and sometimes laugh at his subtle sarcasm. He’s a force to be reckon, so he still needs guidance, as a young man should.
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