My Guardian Angel
MY GUARDIAN ANGEL
I was born the most adorable and enviable baby. My mum’s friends would exclaim, “ What a lovely baby! ’’. Indeed I was a lovely baby because all I did was drink milk and sleep.
When I was two years old, I was hyperactive, had terrible tantrums, sleeping problems and no - eye contact with anyone. The child development specialist confirmed me as an AUTISTIC child. My mum, being a teacher, was devastated.
She had to go through the arduous task of teaching me one skill at a time; like toilet training, drinking from a cup and teaching me words. I would only sit still for three minutes, thereafter I would be running in circles. My mother had to seek help from NGO’s to help me.
I showed little progress the first year. When I turned four, the first word I uttered was “Mummy”. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. I was able to carry out simple instructions, make eye - contact and able to respond . I developed my speech from two words to a sentence. Mum sacrificed so much of her time, giving me support, encouragement and most of all, HOPE!
Now I am 12 years old and I am in a mainstream school. Though the road ahead may be bumpy at times being ridiculed and laughed at, I carried on. My studies improved by leaps and bounds and with the bucketsful of love, I have grown.
I owe my life to my guardian angel. Thank you, mum. You’re my greatest teacher.
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I was born the most adorable and enviable baby. My mum’s friends would exclaim, “ What a lovely baby! ’’. Indeed I was a lovely baby because all I did was drink milk and sleep.
When I was two years old, I was hyperactive, had terrible tantrums, sleeping problems and no - eye contact with anyone. The child development specialist confirmed me as an AUTISTIC child. My mum, being a teacher, was devastated.
She had to go through the arduous task of teaching me one skill at a time; like toilet training, drinking from a cup and teaching me words. I would only sit still for three minutes, thereafter I would be running in circles. My mother had to seek help from NGO’s to help me.
I showed little progress the first year. When I turned four, the first word I uttered was “Mummy”. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. I was able to carry out simple instructions, make eye - contact and able to respond . I developed my speech from two words to a sentence. Mum sacrificed so much of her time, giving me support, encouragement and most of all, HOPE!
Now I am 12 years old and I am in a mainstream school. Though the road ahead may be bumpy at times being ridiculed and laughed at, I carried on. My studies improved by leaps and bounds and with the bucketsful of love, I have grown.
I owe my life to my guardian angel. Thank you, mum. You’re my greatest teacher.
( 257 words