Category: Apraxia Kids

  • Billy Gets Talking: Book Review and Giveaway!

    Billy Gets Talking: Book Review and Giveaway!

    Mehreen Kakwan first emailed me a couple of months ago to simply ask if I could be listed as a resource for her new book on apraxia, “Billy Gets Talking.”  I asked to read the book and she sent me a PDF version, in which I was instantly hooked.

    I don’t just say that lightly either….

    I get a lot of pitches in my email to review or promote a product, but honestly I have to feel it in my soul to promote it because I know what it is like to be a parent and to grasp or buy anything you think will help.

    Last apraxia awareness day, I was searching for a book I could read Ashlynn’s classmates that was simple, yet accurate enough to understand her life as a kid going through speech therapy.  This book would have been perfect.

    However, I knew this book was gold when I trialed it on a client of mine.  She has and continues to endure a lengthy battle with her ability to speak.  I read her this book and she was enthralled. She hung on every word.  When I was done, I asked her if she could relate and she enthusiastically nodded her head in agreement.

    As a mom to a child with resolving apraxia, and as a speech/language pathologist specializing in apraxia, I highly recommend this book!  You can enter to win a free giveaway below!

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  • Thank you for choosing me to be your mom

    Thank you for choosing me to be your mom

    It’s Halloween, 2018.  You are a freshly turned nine-year old.  You are 9 years old. My mind immediately repeats a phrase from my dad,

    “Mr. Baskall, here’s your little baby girl.”

    I remember I would roll my eyes and scoff at him.

    “Ugh dad!” I would lament as he looked at me with eyes brimming with pride.

    I don’t have any words to describe or memorialize your entrance into this world, but I have your pictures.

    Halloween, 2009 was the most magical holiday that I have ever experienced.  It was the first holiday I ever experienced as a mom.  I was a mom.

    I was a mom!!

    On Halloween’s prior, the entire holiday was full of self-entitlement, but the Halloween of 2009 was full of something completely different.  I had given life to the most beautiful angel.

    My normally highlighted hair was brown, which is actually my natural color.  I had diligently not dyed my hair while pregnant with Ashlynn to ensure no harmful chemicals crossed my scalp, into my bloodstream, crossing the placenta and then hurting my baby.  I remember taking every precaution to ensure I had the healthiest baby my body could possibly produce.  An avid craft beer drinker from Colorado, I would refuse to even take a sip while pregnant.  I ate my lunch meat warm to avoid lysteria and eliminated all caffeine so my developing fetus was never exposed to any stimulant in utero.  I wore an industrial style mask when I painted her baby room to ensure she was exposed to no harmful fumes.

    So confident was I in ensuring I had followed every caution and recommendation, the thought never even once crossed my mind I would have a child with any sort of developmental delay.

    Life sure answered back with a big middle finger and boisterous laugh at that one.

    Every Halloween though, I become nostalgic.  I remember that new mom holding that tiny baby in her cute onesie with the pumpkin bum and beaming with pride.  I remember my husband dutifully reporting to work each day, but taking time to hold, hug, kiss and fawn over the tiny human we had somehow created together.

    I remember my heart being so full I thought it could actually burst from the amount of love that it was trying to contain inside.  Every Halloween, ironically, reminds me just what a GIFT life actually is. Yes, this day of the dead reminds me of how lucky any of us are to actually live.  Halloween always reminds me of how blessed I was to have a baby.

    I had no idea then, all the challenges life had in store for Ashlynn.  When I look at that picture, I see the instant connection a mother has to her child.  Our eyes are fixated on each other, and I know she trusted me to be the person to never give up on her.  I remember what an honor it is that Ashlynn chose me to be her mom, and I renew my commitment to never, ever, EVER, give up on her.

    I love you Ashlynn Kay.  Thank you for choosing me to be your mom.  I hope I never let you down.

     

  • The true stars of Vegas organize the apraxia walk

    The true stars of Vegas organize the apraxia walk

    This weekend I was the guest speaker at the Nevada Walk for Apraxia and stayed with the walk coordinator Alyssa Hampson and her family.

    I flew in the day before the walk, and her house looked very typical of any other walk coordinator.

    It was bursting with items such as goody bags for the kids, prizes for the silent auction, food and beverages for breakfast, signage, T-shirts, and so much more.

    If you are a walk coordinator, or help coordinate a walk for any charity event, then you are probably very familiar with this typical décor that hijacks your living room the day before walk day.

    I am the mother to a child with apraxia.

    Being a walk coordinator is not just professional, it’s personal.

    I’m literally fighting to raise funds to go back directly to apraxia research , education, and programs so that each child who has apraxia in subsequent years has access to appropriate professional services.  It seems expected, or at least natural as to why I would have such as invested interest.  I’m fighting for my child and those like her.

    That’s why watching someone like Alyssa and her family was more than inspiring.

    Alyssa is the walk coordinator for Nevada, but she is also a wife of almost 30 years, a mother to two beautiful, young adult children (who don’t have CAS), and an SLP with a passion for Childhood Apraxia of Speech.  At her house for the past 3 years, the Walk for Apraxia has been a family affair.

    Her daughter came down from college with her friends to help Alyssa run the walk.  I was there because Alyssa had asked me to attend as the guest speaker.

    Lauren on the left with college friends to help out on walk day.

    The night before the walk, her husband helped pick up the bagels and balloons as her daughter printed out forms and signage that were to be used at the walk.  As I perused the silent auction items and game station activities, I discovered that Alyssa and her family had paid for much of these themselves.  As a fellow walk coordinator, I was struck by their generosity and willingness to spend so much of their own money to ensure the walk was a success.

    The day of the event was a full family affair, with another apraxia mom, Ashley Winter joining the crew with her husband.  Everyone worked diligently setting up an event that had been in the works for months.  Alyssa’s husband Dennis set up the silent auction, while his sister and their daughter’s friends helped decorate the park and set up for registration.

    Characters that had been secured such as a clown, the princess Elsa, McGruff the crime dog, and Deputy Dripp for the Clark County Police Department all showed up on time to provide photo ops and entertainment for the kids.

    I talked to many families and some SLP’s who specialized in apraxia and did my best to connect members from the community with each other.

    That is what these walks are about.  Community.

    The walk is the chance for families to connect with their people.  The walk is the place a family can go and not feel judged and just let their kids be themselves free from criticism.  There was one child who had to sit on the side watching the event for around 20 minutes before he felt comfortable to join in, and no one batted an eye.  There was another child who had a sensory meltdown during picture time and a parent looked at me and said,
    “ I want to just give her a universal sign that says, I’ve been there and I feel you.  You’re doing a great job.”

    Before the walk started, the coordinator Alyssa went live in her event facebook group and talked about the day to come.  Another apraxia mom in California commented that she was moved to tears that Alyssa was an SLP, not a mother, but who still was coordinating the walk.  Alyssa didn’t know why until I explained.

    Alyssa with one of her clients

    As a mother to a child with apraxia, my motive for coordinating the walk is clear.  I walk for my daughter.  For Alyssa, she has developed a special bond with kids like mine, so much so that it compelled her to donate and volunteer her time for kids like MINE.  For kids like YOURS!  It’s touching that a therapist cares so much for kids with apraxia that she is willing to give up her personal time, energy, and money to coordinating a charity even like that for the Nevada Walk for Apraxia. It’s amazing that she in turn inspired her entire family to do the same!

    Usually my favorite part of the walk is the medal ceremony, where the kids are honored with medals for all the hard work they put in every day to learn how to do the one thing many of us take for granted: learn how to speak.

    That was still a great part, but at the Nevada Walk for Apraxia this year, I had a different favorite part.

    I witnessed a family brought together by the shared mission to help kids like mine.

    They had no personal investment accept that the matriarch of the family was passionate about these kids and in turn, had made them passionate too.

    I marveled at her sister in law who made the beautiful crafts and decorations like the photo booth picture frames.  I looked on in amazement as her daughter, clipboard in hand, managed the day of event details with professionalism and meticulousness.  I looked on in admiration, and also amusement as her husband manned the silent auction and was so invested he took every donation personal.

    “No one is bidding Alyssa,” he exclaimed in his New York Accent.  “Whatevah, it doesn’t mattah,” he continued.  “If no one buys it then we will just buy it and that’s it.  We’ll buy it all and forgettah about it,” he said before storming off.

    As much as I was amused by his accent, I was more inspired by his passion.

    What did this man care that no one was bidding?  He didn’t have a child with apraxia. He only had client stories from his wife, but he had also become so personally invested and fell such in love with kids like mine that the success of the silent auction to benefit apraxia was now personal to him.

    Alyssa and Dennis

    Where did people like him come from?  I was amazed and touched.  My daughter and others like her benefitted from a New York Jew (his words not mine) living in Las Vegas who cared about kids like mine.

    How can one NOT be touched by that?  How can anyone who loves a child with apraxia not be touched by the dedication of this family? What is more, is how are families who DO have a personal interest in apraxia NOT this dedicated to the cause?

    It’s inspiring and the walks for apraxia around the country all have a personal and unique story like theirs.

    As I was leaving today, Alyssa pointed out that it was Rosh Hashanah.  Other than knowing it was a Jewish Holiday, I asked her the meaning of it. She sent me information that read,

    “Rosh Hashanah marks the beginning of the Jewish New Year.  We review the choices we have made over the past year, our actions and our intentions, as we attempt to honestly evaluate ourselves.”

    I couldn’t help but think of how symbolic it was to have Rosh Hashanah fall on this day I met a Jewish family coordinating the Walk for Apraxia.

    My friendship with Alyssa and her family grew this weekend marking the beginning of what I knew was great things to come in the future.  In addition, as a time of reflection and introspection, I hope that when her family evaluates themselves this holiday, they are proud for all that they do in their small part of the world raising funds and awareness for children with apraxia.

    I was blessed this weekend to get to know Alyssa and her family more intimately than I ever had. In the spirit of Rosh Hashanah, I spent time on the plane reflecting on my last year and my choices, intentions, and actions.   Am I living my life with authenticity? Am I true in my intentions and my actions? This is a great task for any of us to participate in, regardless of if we are Jewish or not.

    Ghandi once said, “The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in service to others.”

    This family is living proof. Will you be next?

    Shalom and L’Shana Tovah!

     

     

  • Finding our umbrella.  The last piece of the puzzle.

    Finding our umbrella. The last piece of the puzzle.

    In my opinion, Ashlynn’s birth history was significant.

    No, she wasn’t born premature.  No, there wasn’t a dramatic rush to the ER.  However, I was failing to dilate or efface and the labor was taking so long that vaginal fetal electrodes were placed on her head.  In addition, every contraction brought concern to the fetal hear monitor.  My OB recommended at least three times that I get a C-section; but hopped up on drugs and determined to deliver my baby naturally, I didn’t read between the lines.

    When Ashlynn was three months old I started to become concerned about her toes.

    My friend affectionately pointed out her “ballerina toes,” but they were cause for concern.  Her feet were always in a pointed flexed position, otherwise known as “plantar flexion.”  If I tried to stretch her feet to what is known as a “dorsal flexion,” I was unsuccessful.

    At her 6 month well baby check I brought my concerns to the pediatrician. She offered two possible solutions.  I could get a referral to neurology, or I could stretch our her tight heel cords each night and at the next well-baby visit we could re-evaluate.  I chose the latter.

    I was an SLP working in the severe needs classrooms before Ashlynn was born.  I co-treated with PT’s and watched them massage and stretch out kids with cerebral palsy for at least two years.  I tried to replicate the same motions and massages in Ashlynn, and meticulously stretched her out every night in the bathtub for 6 months.  At her next well baby check, her heel cords were loose and we could easily get her in a dorsal flexion.  A referral to neurology no longer seemed necessary.

    Ashlynn continued though to be delayed in every milestone.  I was convinced it was Cerebral Palsy (CP). I worked with her every night doing a speech therapy approach called “language stimulation.”  I was exhausted.  Physically and emotionally run down from working each day, but I would look at my daughter’s smiling face and pull reserves out from the depths because she was by far my most important client.

    At around a year I took her to a PT I worked with who saw children with CP everyday.

    “I think she’s fine, Laura,” she said to me. She had her crawl, stand, and try to walk.  I was relieved, but still skeptical.  When Ashlynn started to pull up on furniture I noticed she would stand on her toes.  I immediately and diligently would relax her calves or physically manipulate her legs to stand flat-footed.  When she finally went to walk (very late at 19 months), we didn’t have a problem with toe walking.  I felt relieved at the time; but little did I know I had successfully suppressed all the soft signs of CP through my training and experience with children who had severe needs.

    I’ll never forget her Child Find Evaluation shortly before she was three.

    I had been working with her every night on speech, and the progress was less than amazing.  I wanted to turn back a million times, but knew I had to take her to this evaluation to get her qualified for extra services. The diagnosis of apraxia smacked me hard in the face.  Though I instantly knew it was true, I was mortified I had not thought of it until that moment.

    I grieved.

    I had a difficult time looking myself in the mirror after that.  All questions of CP had been ruled out and I had missed a diagnosis of apraxia in my own child.  I was beyond disappointed and angry in myself. I struggled to look at myself in the mirror.  My confidence was shattered and I questioned as to whether I was really helping children or not.  I didn’t know it at the time, but looking back I think I was deeply depressed.  I decided during that time that I had to do something with this situation.  I could sit in sorrow, guilt and regret; or I could turn all this pain into a purpose.

    I started my blog and my mission to specialize in apraxia.

    During this time period I was PROMPT trained, Apraxia-Kids trained, and watched the Kaufman K-SLP method on video.  I became so fanatical about apraxia that I earned an award from ASHA for obtaining a crazy amount of continuing education in a short period of time.  During this time, Ashlynn improved and I finally started to be able to look at myself in the mirror again.

    Ashlynn went on to receive additional diagnoses of: dyspraxia, ADHD. SPD, and dysarthria at this time through various professionals.  I had accepted that Ashlynn seemed to have “global apraxia,” which is a term for kids who seem to be globally impacted by motor planning issues.

    I sought expertise from neurologists who ordered MRI’s and genetics but came up empty.   I knew from an article I had read once that in some circles, global apraxia was considered a type of CP; but no one would believe me.  I had settled on global apraxia, aka apraxia and dyspraxia until….

    At the age of 8, Ashlynn toes started curling forward.

    I had noticed it, but hadn’t done anything about it until her Grandma told me that she noticed it and Ashlynn told her they hurt.  Concerned I took her to her pediatrician who was completely stumped.  She did refer to me the orthopedic department at Children’s and I felt I was on another wild goose chase to figure out why Ashlynn’s feet were acting like this.  That was until a mother to a client I have with CP told me that toe curling is common is kids who have CP during the time of a growth spurt.  She referred me to a specific doctor at Children’s Hospital Denver called a “physiatrist.”

    I scheduled the appointment and arrived early with Ashlynn.  Trying to shake off nerves we played on snap chat and laughed.

    d.

    I was so proud of her pucker in the second picture because puckering has been a task that has been traditionally something that is difficult for her.  Finally we were called back and ushered to our examination room.

    The doctor and resident came in skeptical.

    They asked me why I was there and when I mentioned CP they looked at Ashlynn and seemed pretty dismissive at first.  CP?  Why on Earth did I think this girl sitting before them had CP?  I soaked in her skepticism and it killed me. Great.  Here we go again.  Another person who doesn’t believe me.  She had Ashlynn walk down the hallway away from us.  Ashlynn was scared so I walked with her.  The next task was to run and the doctor instructed Ashlynn to run by herself and explained she needed me to stay behind.  As Ashlynn ran ahead this woman began a running commentary of medical jargon I was desperately trying to keep up with.  She was talking to both me and her resident.

    “Notice the Pie Pan arm hold as she runs.”

    I looked at Ashynn’s peculiar arm and finger posture.

    “Sweetie will you skip now?”

    Ashlynn skipped happily down the hallway and Pam began her expert observations,

    “Notice how that pie pan hold switched sides.”

    Ashlynn returned.

    The rest of the evaluation went much the same.  I watched on in disbelief.  Somewhat invested but still skeptical, they had Ashlynn take off her socks and shoes and repeat the exam.  As she ran down the hallway, what had been no evidence of toe walking with shoes, revealed a slight toe walk without shoes.  I was in awe of Pam’s expertise and knowledge.  Her observations and running commentary were impressive.

    Back in the exam room the revelations were revealed.

    They tested all of her reflexes and Pam remarked how all of her reflexes were “brisk,” which was code for “not normal,” and observed that all of Ashlynn’s primitive or baby reflexes were still present.  When I questioned her she explained that children with CP never outgrow those early reflexes and will retain them into adulthood.  I was fascinated.  I had OT reports from multiple places that described how Ashlynn hadn’t lost her primitive reflexes, but I didn’t realize it was due to a possibility of her having CP.

    I knew from my apraxia blog groups that some kids with global apraxia received a dx of “ataxic cerebral palsy” early on.  This doctor had Ashlynn touch her own nose and then touch the doctor’s finger.  Ashlynn did well with this.  The doctor immediately ruled out ataxic CP.  I asked her if a child could improve on that task with OT (since Ashlynn used to be bad at that but has had therapy) and she shook her head and said there was no way Ashlynn had ataxic CP.

    Ok. I wasn’t even offended.  My mommy gut was telling me this woman knew what she was talking about and I was in the exact spot I needed to be.

    The next test, from a lay person’s view, seemed to be the most definitive diagnostic marker of the evaluation.  It was a “clonus test” that is done at the foot and ankle level.  I could google it and come up with this amazing medical definition, but I want to report this as a mom.  As they were testing reflexes, one reflex test they did put Ashlynn right back into those ballerina toes I saw as a baby.  They then tried to push up on her foot so she could achieve a dorsal flexion, and her foot started pulsing.  Apparently, pulses beyond 2-5 are considered abnormal and Ashlynn was at an 8 or above.  It was so significant, they couldn’t get her out of it without changing her body position completely.

    It was after this the treating MD told me that based on Ashlynn’s pie pan hand posture when running and clonus in the ankles, she exhibited symptoms consistent with dystonic cerebral palsy.

    I gasped.

    It wasn’t a gasp of pain or sadness.  It was…relief.  I couldn’t believe someone listened to me.  I couldn’t believe that after almost 9 years of knowing this was what Ashlynn had, it was only now being diagnosed.  I beat myself up for years missing apraxia.  It was so bad, it was what made me specialize in it.  I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror.  It was a big blow to my self esteem as a professional.  I thought I was a good SLP and then I had missed apraxia and CP was ruled out and I felt incompetent.  The guilt was overwhelming.  I did everything in my power to make up for the error.  I specialized in apraxia, received awards related to apraxia, and helped my daughter every way I knew how.

    To find out now that I had been right all along was a feeling I can’t put into words.  It had come full circle.  I actually did know my stuff  back then, but this experience with Ashlynn shot me to a place with apraxia expertise I could have never imagined.

    I was talking with a client I had who brought their daughter with diagnosed CP into see me for a differential dx over a year ago, and was telling her the story. Our stories our reversed.  Her daughter immediately received a CP dx, but no one believe her daughter had apraxia until she came to me to get a differential dx.  She said exactly to me what I said to that doctor.

    “So you believe me??  I’m not crazy?  Oh my gosh!! Oh my gosh!!!  I freaking knew it.”

    She went on to tell me this day that she was thankful that I didn’t know Ashlynn had this rare presentation of CP, because I probably would have went all in on the CP awareness train.  Instead, I went all in on apraxia and because of it; her daughter got the right dx and subsequent treatment she needed to find her voice.

    I had to agree that she was right.

    In the end, life has been a journey with my Ashlynn.  However, I actually and finally feel like all the pieces to her “puzzle” have been found.  A good friend said it best when she told me,

    “You found your umbrella.”

    I didn’t cry at any point during the evaluation or dx.  After we left I called my husband, mom, and mother in law and explained the findings over the phone with Ashlynn in the back seat. When I hung up my last phone call I heard this little voice ask,

    “Mama?  What do I have?”

    I didn’t expect to tear up when I answered her my voice cracked and I said, “Baby, you have cerebral palsy, or CP.  It doesn’t change who you are at all. It’s just something you have, like apraxia.”

    “That says Exit, Mississippi” she said right after, reading the freeway exit sign to our house; and in that moment, I knew everything was going to be okay.

     

     

  • Old faces, new faces, and the passing of the torch

    Old faces, new faces, and the passing of the torch

    Last year at the apraxia conference, we honored CASANA’s founder in a tearful sendoff.  Throughout this past year, CASANA went through numerous more transitions, the main one being it’s no longer CASANA but renamed “Apraxia Kids” to reflect, no emphasize, the two most important things to the organization:

    Apraxia and Kids.

    Another major change was that Kathy Hennessey, long time director of education, also accepted a new position as executive director of a beautiful arts center in Wisconsin.

    Change is always hard and I for one think I took it particularly hard.  I watched this past year with skeptical yet hopeful eyes as an interim director gave way to the new executive director Angela Grimm.  I was pleasantly surprised that she had reached out to me personally to introduce herself and she gave me a chance to tell her my story and why CASANA, now Apraxia Kids, was so important to me.  That phone call meant a lot because I was able to tell this woman how myself and so many others in my community had benefited from the organization.  I was able to tell her why I had decided to spend countless volunteer hours devoting myself to being a walk coordinator in Denver, and I was able to express that I wanted to make sure Apraxia Kids was still going to be an organization I could stand behind.  It’s very important to me that when I get up on that stage and look out to the 400 Denver Walkers, that I still believe in my soul the mission of the non-profit I’m asking them to donate money to.

    International apraxia experts Dave Hammer and Ruth Stoeckel. Sad to see conference come to an end.

    Facebook and social media was another area I watched closely.  The founder and previous executive director Sharon, who is now my friend, literally built the base of the organization through social media.  Sharon had a unique way of connecting people in the community and so many parents of newly diagnosed children, like myself, found facebook, posted their fears, and were met with the compassion, love, and advice that only Sharon could give.  I wanted to make sure that whomever took over social media knew the importance of the role.  During the transition period, David Hammer, Vice President of programs, and Ruth Stoeckel who is a member of the Professional Advisory Committee, both stepped in to make sure parents were welcomed and given the warm and compassionate welcome they needed.  Soon, a new employee named Kara Bayer was hired to handle the social media aspects. I watched intently.  Though Kara didn’t have a personal connection to apraxia, she made sure to welcome every parent and respond to questions with philosophies reminiscent of Sharon’s comments that were always rooted in evidence-based practice.  During apraxia awareness month, Kara did something I had not seen done before.  She made a calendar with suggestions on how to celebrate apraxia awareness all month via social media outlets.  I absolutely loved the idea and participated!  I noticed that those in the community were participating as well.  The level of engagement was impressive and when you are trying to make an impact on social media, engagement is how you measure it! Kara has taken the position and ran with it and she’s doing a great job.

    Justin with three apraxia walk coordinators

    This year before the conference, Justin LeWinter, who is the director of fundraising and who had traditionally been the point of contact for all of the walks nationwide, organized a walk coordinator training along with his team.  This was the first time walk coordinators had a formal training in an effort to uniform our walks and learn how to make our walks more successful. Connecting the coordinators in this way made our role seem more formal and more important than ever.  The walks generate 2/3 of the revenue for Apraxia Kids!  2/3!!  Without us, the programs that Apraxia Kids funds and of which I am grateful for and believe in, would not be possible.  I was impressed with how much thought was put in the training and at how organized it was.  I was also pleasantly surprised by something else, something much bigger.

    I was impressed by the old AND many *new* faces of Apraxia of Kids that are the staff. 

    The entire staff, I felt, had a very real and deep understanding of just how much apraxia impacts the family.  They were sensitive, caring, dedicated and passionate.  They were all positive and had contagious energy. I am a sensitive one to energy.  Energy, positive or negative, spreads.  I couldn’t help but feel good about the future of this organization with new blood, new energy, and new enthusiasm like they had.  They definitely re-energized me and come August I know I can confidently tell my community we are raising money for the outstanding organization we all found it to be to begin with.  Yes, many old faces were missing and their presence, particularly that of Sharon’s was still felt by me very deeply.  Sadly though what I realized, the old faces aren’t the future.  As I met, talked with, and listened to all the new faces, I smiled because I realized these *new* faces are the future.

    I was also able to talk to many *old* faces (I’m not calling any of you old, just need a word for comparison sake!) still around such as Mary Sturm, President of the Board of Directors, and Sue Frieburger, Board Secretary and the person who started the walk 15 years ago.  I was able to listen to the stories and the legacies and I realized that though much had changed, the most important thing hadn’t changed at all.  Apraxia Kids is still full of dedicated parents and professionals who come together, share stories, and who develop instant friendships from our shared experiences.

    There was David Hammer,  Vice President of Programs and international apraxia expert who introduced the keynote: There was esteemed researcher and clinician Jonathan Preston, who delivered the keynote:  The next morning there was the panel of national and international apraxia experts that presented many of the various treatment approaches to all the attendees:

    Amy Clark, Margaret “Dee” Fish, Nancy Kaufman, Ruth Stoeckel

    Then there were the new wave and faces of “bootcampers” present, who are graduates of the Apraxia Kids intensive training institute.  I have so much respect and love for this group of amazing, dedicated and passionate professionals who have made serving kids with CAS and their families a top priority.  This group below comprises two of the veteran faces, David Hammer and Ruth Stoeckel, among the faces of up and coming experts around North America, and I say North America because three of them are from Canada!

    At one point I looked around at the buzzing open area and I took a deep breath and smiled.  Sharon’s decision to step down was based out of selfless love for the non-profit she started.  Though I didn’t understand it at first, I understood now.  Apraxia Kids is still the organization it was.  A group of passionate professionals and experts who come together to network with parents and to arm them with knowledge, community, and power.  Though I personally felt Sharon’s loss, I now could be that same hope she had given to me and in turn give back like I always wanted to do.  Michelle of Apraxia Mama Bear and Alyson Taylor of Girl With a Funny Accent were there also doing the same thing.

    When I got to my hotel room that night, I called Sharon.  The words of her friend and Apraxia KIDS president Mary Sturm were ringing in my head.  Mary told me that Sharon said she knew she had to step down to advance the organization further; and Mary compared it to that of mother whose child leaves for college.  You send them off knowing this is the next step to them becoming independent and successful adults despite the pain in your heart that wants them to stay.  You do this because you know it’s the right thing to do, but you still watch with baited breath and an ache in your heart.  You watch their every move and cheer them on every step of the way.  I thought that analogy was amazing, so that night I told Sharon what Mary had said.  I told Sharon I finally understood why she did what she did.  I was so mad and sad and basically a hot mess when she told me she was stepping down; however I understood now.  I understood because it was unfolding before my eyes.

    Before we said goodbye, Sharon left me with these words,

    “Hearing this makes me so happy.  So this is life, this is us.  You pass it on.  I love you and all the others who have committed.  I know you.  I was you, and one day you will meet someone and you will have this mutual admiration and you will know that they are the future.”

    Old faces, new faces, and the passing of the torch.  The selfless individuals who had been there before were still there giving back like they always had and a new wave stood by their sides ready to continue the mission. I have so much respect and love for the past, and I’m so excited for the future!

    The mission has never changed and was never about any one person.  It’s about Apraxia and Kids.

    Every Child Deserves a Voice.

    Let’s see this mission continue to spread!