Before There Was Language

Before there were diagnoses. Before there were therapy schedules. Before there were words for what is and what would come. There was only love. In this essay, I write about the earliest flickers of knowing, the moments before language arrived, and the kind of love that forms long before understanding does. A story about first seizures, early intervention, and what it means to love your child fiercely — even when you don’t yet know the shape of the road ahead.