I have a little secret. I’m a speech/language pathologist, but at times, I’m artistically challenged. I can’t tell you how many times my kids have laughed at my pictures. I do think back to grade school and I remember getting mad about art activities telling my teachers I would never need to use art EVER in the real world. Oh life sure has a sense of humor! Being artistically challenged however,
Today is the second annual Apraxia Awareness Day, and in case you haven’t heard, this year it made its way into the United States Congressional Record! That’s a big step in spreading awareness, but there is still a long way to go. I was able to blog about the very first apraxia awareness day here First annual apraxia awareness day and I’m so excited to be doing it again this year. Most
It starts with a dream. You meticulously plan for the arrival. You fall in love again. And again, forgetting any pain you previously experienced because you are overtaken with love. You sacrifice your sleep, to ensure theirs. And though you are sleep deprived you hug them tighter because you know these moments won’t last. You diaper them and bathe them through tired eyes….. but you still smile because there might
Yes, you read the title correct. I just called apraxia a blessing. It took me a long time to get to this point. I certainly didn’t feel it was a blessing here 2.5 years, or here, New worries, or here IEP on the other side of the table, or here Background and suspicions. I remember shouting “I HATE APRAXIA” “APRAXIA SUCKS!!” everytime I watched my daughter struggle. Slowly but surely though,
Most people might take for granted their name. You have a name, you’ve always had a name, and basically that’s that. Kids with Apraxia have a name too, and they know it just like you. There is, however, one difference. Many can’t say their name at first. Can you imagine? How many times are little children asked their name? It’s basically the first question strangers ask them right up there
I read your stories daily. I feel your struggles, I rejoice in your triumphs, and I nod my head in understanding. You are my fellow bloggers. I read your blogs like I’m checking the morning paper. I read your tears and your smiles about your struggle with apraxia, and I share them with you about mine with my daughter’s. We read these stories as separate entities. We close the blog