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 →
Starting To Wonder
As a first time Mom, I took my 18-month-old son into the doctor’s office and said; “why isn’t he starting to say words like the other kids in his play group?” The doctor replied; “Oh I wouldn’t worried about it he will talk when he is good & ready.” Continue reading →
My son Geordi, (Geo), was born with an intellectual disability as well as a speech disorder.
Like many of you, I have spent hours upon hours in waiting rooms at doctor’s offices and therapy clinics. In a frantic effort to “fix” my son, I dragged him to every therapy I could find (and AFFORD!). Continue reading →
We are ALL able – that is the message from the late Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. I don’t know about you, but I find that enormously encouraging not only as a parent of a child with a disability but as a human being. Although we traditionally celebrate the day that bears his name as an “African-American” holiday it is SO much more than that. Dr. King’s message is for all of us. Continue reading →
It’s January and we all know what that means – New Year’s Resolutions!
Most of us will set some goals around losing weight and getting fitter in 2017. As important as this is for those of us in the general population it is even more critical for those in the disability community. Continue reading →
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 →