At this point in her journey, Charlie has racked up quite a few diagnoses. They range from spastic diplegia to a feeding disorder. Her doctors do their best to deliver the news gently and with care. But, by the time they are mentioned, I am relieved.
I am Charlie’s mommy. I know what she can do well and what she struggles with. I’m the first one to realize when there is a concern. When Charlie receives a diagnosis, the doctors are merely naming what I have already known for some time. I also realize that a diagnosis does not define her or set limits.
Sometimes its tough but, receiving a diagnosis can be helpful. They are tools. Insurance will more readily approve services for a diagnosed condition rather than the generic term “delay”. Additionally, understanding the reason for a delay can aid in overcoming it and identifying the right therapeutic strategy.
The labels do not bother me. They are not who Charlie is or will grow to be. Only she knows how far she can go. I have no plans of letting a label stop her. My job as her mommy is helping her reach her potential and find her place in the world.