I spoke to a customer on the phone yesterday for about 20 minutes or so. It began as usual with questions about FATWHEELS & bikes and parts and prices. Nothing special until I asked – “what is your daughter’s name?” This is when the interaction turned personal. This is when Mom told me that her “baby” has autism. Continue reading →
“R-E-S-P-E-C-T find out what is means to me!…”
As my plane slowly descended onto the runway at Detroit Airport, I found myself humming this Motown classic. I was returning from a rare long weekend in Nashville with my husband and NO KIDS!
As I looked out the window of the plane, the song’s chorus kept repeating in my head. I closed my eyes—took a deep breath—and pictured myself on stage rocking a sequins dress and belting out the tunes. And just like that, I was the Queen of Soul, but my version went something like this:
Find out what it means to me
Take care, TCB
Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)….
I smiled to myself and pushed up my seat tray – it was no small feat, but I had done it. I had gone away with my husband for three whole days!
Does anyone else cry when they look through yearbooks?
I was sitting in my living room this morning crying like a baby. My youngest son, Jacob, has given me his 6th grade yearbook to flip through.
Jake: Mom! Are you crying? You are so weird!
Me: Never mind – get me a Kleenex – some day you will understand! Continue reading →
Twenty-four years ago my oldest son Geordi , (Geo), was born with big blue eyes, dark curly hair and chubby little cheeks that made you want to smother them in kisses. He was also born “fussy” – not wanting to sleep for more than 20 minutes at a time and not feeding well. As time went on, he was also late to sit, crawl, walk and talk. By the age of two, he was diagnosed as, “developmentally delayed” – cause unknown. Continue reading →
Are you one of the 94 percent of American adults who knows how to ride a bike? Do you know that you are a mathematical marvel, a scientific superstar? Continue reading →
My 23- year-old son Geo has a cognitive disability and still has trouble putting his shoes on the right feet.
I always joke that if he could pick the lottery numbers with the same knack that he has for consistently putting his shoes on the wrong feet I would have been a millionaire a long time ago…..
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“When a child experiences play, he or she can depart from the world of struggles, tasks, therapies and treatments into the joyful experience of play and through that accomplish more than anyone ever dreamed possible.”
How Am I Going To Help My Child Ride A Bike?
There’s no doubt about it – some children with disabilities need an adaptive bike. These kids have significant medical challenges and cannot hold their trunk upright or pedal due to their disability. Continue reading →