As a kid, I was amazed when a baby was born, and grew into a child and adult, with what seemed to be no problem at all. I couldn’t wrap my head around how perfectly the body developed in the womb.
When I had my first child, I was still in awe. How did his body know how to make all those tiny parts without accidentally making too many or not enough? Now I know no child is perfect. Some just have flaws that are more visible than others.
When the neurologist gave us the diagnosis of Autism, I asked why it’s becoming so common, and whether it’s over-diagnosed. She said more and more children have symptoms these days. She also said there is a genetic component, and she often sees similar signs in the parents.
So, the parents don’t have diagnoses, but they have a few oddities. Who doesn’t? Much like every individual with Autism has unique abilities and challenges distinguishing him from others with the same diagnosis, there also seems to be a spectrum of “typical” people. Some “typical” people have a little anxiety. Some get depressed on occasion. Some feel stressed when the house is a mess. Are any of us perfect? It’s like we’re all on a spectrum.
I have my own quirks.
We all do.
The challenges of Autism are my son’s right now. Is one person’s flaw worse than another’s? Not in God’s eyes. I am sad to see my child struggle, but I realize this must be how God sees me. He wants the best for me, and is sad to see me struggle with my imperfections, but He knows it’s a small bump on a long road to greatness. I’m not going to focus on my son’s imperfection, because it’s no greater than anyone else’s. We are all created for a purpose, and I can’t wait to be a part of his.