Childhood is Not One Size Fits All

“Motherhood is about raising and celebrating the child you have, not the child you thought you’d have. It’s about understanding he’s exactly the person he is supposed to be. And if you’re lucky, he might be the teacher who turns you into the person you’re supposed to be.” -Joan Ryan

I always knew I wanted children from a very young age. And for some reason, I always hoped I’d have a little boy.

Well the universe heard my wishes and a little over four years ago we met our beautiful son, Noah.

Being a first time mom I didn’t know what to expect.

You can have all the guidance, old wives tales and baby books in the world — but it still can’t prepare you for what’s in store. And in my case, nothing really could.

My motherhood wouldn’t be in the baby books anyways. And I would soon learn, I was very much on my own.

I remember at two weeks old Noah crying a lot. And he just seemed so uncomfortable, all the time. And people would tell me, “Danielle, babies cry. That’s what they do!”

And I remember thinking, well it must be me then. This must be “normal” and I’m just not equipped.


Later we learned our baby was suffering from silent reflux and chronic constipation, both of which are not “normal” for any infant.

Looking back at that second week of my little one’s life, I wish I could have told my very innocent and naïve self to buckle up, because that was only the beginning.

What I thought was hard, was nothing. And that this life of mine, was going to be one heck of a bumpy ride.

My son was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder October 19th, 2017. A few months shy of his third birthday.

At the time, his diagnosis wasn’t really a surprise. Not easy to digest by any means, but we knew.

Deep down we always knew our little guy was a tad different from his peers. The way he would nonstop sensory seek, his constant opposition and meltdowns, and the fact that he never spoke.

Once we got that diagnosis, I remember foolishly feeling giddy. Like finally we have the answer, and now, it will be fine.

He will get the services he needs, and this will all be okay. He will catch up, go mainstream, have friends, talk, and this “autism thing,” will just be a part of his past. Like I said, foolish.

As my son has gotten older, some things have gotten easier, but some have undeniably gotten harder. One being he is nonverbal.

And what that truly means for Noah and our family.

When Noah was diagnosed almost a year and a half ago now, I truly thought we’d have words by now.

I believed with preschool and being surrounded by kids, doing the therapy and constantly practicing — he’d have a couple words. But here we are. Still nonverbal. And it can feel as though we are running out of time.

Every so often I look at Noah’s school calendar on the fridge, and I count the months that have gone by with no words. And they just keep adding up.

Pretty soon summer will be here. Another school year gone. A little boy still not talking.

I have to face what very well could be our future. And I’ve been slowly accepting that my son could be nonverbal forever. I hadn’t really prior to this year.

I actually haven’t been able to say the words out loud yet. But like a lot of things in life, acceptance isn’t linear. It’s a process.

And it can be ugly, with lots of ups and downs, and not a whole lot of grace. But I’ll get there, in time.

It’s just tough when you thought it would all be temporary. That learning sign language and using an AAC device would just be momentary. A bridge till verbal communication emerged.


Now, having Noah become fluent with his talking device is my absolute number one goal.

Something has changed within the last couple months, and my son not speaking, has really hit me.

Perhaps it was the time one of Noah’s classmates ran up to me and shouted, “yesterday I got a new dirt bike. I already have one, but I got a new one. And I rode it outside. And I fell, but it was okay. And…”

I had no idea preschoolers could talk so much.

Or maybe it was the time I heard a friend’s daughter say “dada,” and she’s only 18 months old.

Or it could be all the extra time spent driving in the car with Noah’s chaotic schedule. And how the silence gets more and more defeating each and every time.

I have a four year old, that has never spoken a word to me. I have never heard “mama” or “I love you” or anything that my kid likes, thinks or feels. And I don’t know if I ever will.

That’s so freaking hard. It’s one of the hardest things I will ever have to accept in this motherhood. And sometimes I’m so scared.

I’m so scared for the future and unknowns that I can’t breathe.

But one of the greatest lessons I have learned for myself, is that I can’t live in that fear.

Now is now, and although our days are harder than most, there is something good to be found in each day.

I’ve learned that childhood is not one size fits all. And I’ve discovered a unique beauty within our chaos.

How special my little one is. How capable he is. Noah is the hardest working person I know, and he’s only a few years old.

He makes us so unbelievably proud. He bravely faces challenges that are not easy for him to overcome. But he does it, every single day.

As the years have passed I have grown and stretched in more ways possible. I have learned about my son. About autism. And we’ve wholeheartedly accepted and have embraced Noah for who he is.

He is amazing. Simple as that.

And together, we are breaking the stigma against autism. That’s our whole goal. To show people how beautiful autism can be. That it’s not scary.

And that Noah is still a little boy first. A happy little boy who likes to laugh, smile and play, just in his own way. A unique way.

Which shouldn’t uniqueness and individualism be something we all strive for?

As I’ve heard before, this journey is not for the weak, and that’s the truth. But just because something is hard, doesn’t mean it’s not fulfilling.

Our home may not be filled with endless questions and stories, but it is a home filled with endless love. And our one of a kind son has taught us so much. About patience and empathy. About what’s important in life. How to fight for something greater. How magical a tight knit community can be.

And most of all, that love doesn’t need words to be felt. People say Noah is lucky to have us, but honestly, we feel we are the lucky ones.

Written by, Danielle Mager

Danielle is the proud mama to Noah, a handsome, silly, strong willed, almost three year old who also happens to be on the spectrum. Danielle blogs at story of noahism and shares their journey on Facebook at

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