I wrote this poem when my daughter was dealing with a possible Apraxia diagnosis at age two. A misdiagnosis by someone who measured her before it made sense, before she was even three. Always get a second and third opinion, before you let your thoughts invade your heart. Think with your mind and you’ll find a solution, no matter what.
It left me with worry. It left us lost in a challenge. But, we were lucky. She was misdiagnosed. But, she still had to work hard to catch up.
Maybe she was a late talker. I don’t know what. Maybe she was like Einstein and just late to get her words out.
I’m proud that she learned to try at such an early age. I tell her to try no matter what the outcome in life. I tell her I will be proud of her no matter what.
She learned lessons young. I believe it will benefit her. It already has. She perseveres in ways that most never do. She smiles everyday. She’s happy everyday. She believes in herself. She may be young, but she is a warrior. She soars, even now at four.
A pint-sized melody
A mere child with the resilience
To calm others steady
Just by her existence
An angel wrapped in disguise
Her challenges bigger than my imagination
But she doesn’t compromise
Regardless of her situation
She stands taller than most
She leaps farther than most
She grips life stronger than most
At age 2, she is an inspiration
A fighter with a perfect record
Just rampant accord
A fairy princess
With wings stretched farther
Than our jaded egos can obsess
She is humble
Not knowing different
She swoops, flies, smiles
She soars so high
We can only see her light
Her light so bright
We can still see her smile
And forever will, fly high…