Doubt or Denial?

Have I mentioned that there are times that I really doubt Jesse's diagnosis. I mean, REALLY doubt it. Today at the active play time at the local gym, Jesse approached a mama and her sleeping baby. He gently patted the baby's head, gave her a kiss, and lightly nuzzled her. Then he pointed out the baby's ears and eyes and nose to me. He was captivated by this little baby girl. Totally made my heart melt. And he's been so insistent on us playing with him too. He says "Mom" or "Da," points to a chair at his little table (indicating he wants us to sit on the teeny tiny chair that we're both afraid we'll crush) and the goes on to pretend to serve dinner and to eat and drink.

And then I compare Jesse to age-matched peers and I come crashing back down to earth. They're talking in sentences. They're singing. They're engaging other children their age in play.

So I guess my doubt is really just denial?