I am the current walk coordinator for the Denver Walk for Apraxia of Speech, benefiting the Childhood Apraxia of Speech Association of North America. Before I was walk coordinator, I was merely a first year participant who had signed my family up to walk for my daughter Ashlynn. I remember signing up at the very last minute right before the T-shirt deadline. I did this, despite knowing about it for
I see a question that gets asked a lot. In fact, I asked it myself. It usually goes something along the lines of, “Did you tell your child they had apraxia? If you did, how did you say it? What did you say?” I remember thinking when I first saw this question that I wouldn’t tell Ashlynn until way later….and then…maybe if she still seemed apraxic, I would tell her.
This 4th Annual Apraxia Awareness day (it was trending, did you hear?), I organized a fundraiser at a local Chipotle to benefit the Walk for Childhood Apraxia of Speech. I have a HUGE goal of 30K. The walk last year made 16K, so basically I set this goal to double that. I’m probably crazy, but I set that goal with good reason. That number ensures a visit for a free
Last fall, I attended the 2014 Denver Walk for Apraxia with a client and his family. In my private practice, I have the privilege of working with many children with CAS and appreciate deeply the work of the CASANA community. Walks such as this, are a beneficial experience to share as a Speech professional with the community of families connected to the cause. As Speech Language Pathologists, we dedicate hours,
It goes without saying that all my babies are amazing and wonderful! It’s true. When I delivered my 3rd child, I didn’t know it at the time, but I had just given birth to a star! A shining STAR! I know, I know, every woman believes her child is a star! But the kind of star I am talking is pretty special. My son Mark was born with Childhood Apraxia of
Our story is much like many other families’ stories. A relatively quiet baby, the missing “mama” and “dada,” the doubt creeping in. For us, it was easy to know that something was off. Our little Emmett is the youngest of six. We knew how this all worked and something wasn’t working here. After five typical and healthy children, when Emmett was 18 months old we had our first experience of