My Nonprofit Reviews

When we came to the Childhood Language Center we had already had two years of speech therapy through the public schools but were growing more and more frustrated. We - his family - saw his limitless potential and all he was capable of, but they didn't see him as we saw him - they saw what he could not do. They had no answers just reasons we should lower our expectations for his future.

That was never going to be an option.

But, our resources were limited. The school clearly lacked the expertise needed, but Insurance refused to pay for speech and paying for it out of pocket was difficult when at the time we were looking for full-time work. We just wanted answers - to know why our son was trying so hard but still wouldn't say two words in class. Why he still hadn't found his words.

But - when we walked through the doors at the Childhood Language Center we were met by people who saw our child the way we saw him. Who saw what he was capable of. Their expertise and experience was obvious from the first visit. Our amazing therapist gave us direction, gave us hope and gave us answers. Week after week she has shown such patience and persistence and become a true partner in our child's progress. This was the one place we heard Yes - We know Apraxia. and Yes we can help. Even with a diagnosis insurance refused to pay a dime - but you still said Yes. You still let us keep waking through your doors. And the progress has been extraordinary. He is finding his words - one hard fought sound at a time - and finding his voice.

Recently the school removed whole sections of communication goals from his plan. Not because they were still lowering expectations but because he had just simply exceeded the progress they believed was even possible. The other day his teacher stopped me to say she was outside the room and heard a child's voice loudly and clearly talking about a math exercise to their friends. It was a little TOO loud so she was going to hurry back into the class and correct them, and then to her surprise she saw the clear, confident voice she had heard all the way down the hall was our son's. The voice of the very same child who just a year and a half ago before never said two words in class now needed to be told to keep it down. I'm not sure too many parents have had a teacher beaming when they report a child is disrupting class with too much talking.

And maybe that's just a small thing. But in our family it was not a small thing at all. It is something to celebrate - and it is a gift - a gift you helped to give – you helped our son find his voice and we will be forever grateful.