The 6th apraxia awareness day brought smiles, tears, and a jaw dropping moment

What I learned today was our kids with apraxia are going to be okay.  Empowering them with knowledge and giving them a platform to educate and be their true authentic selves is going to be the winning formula.  Beyond resolving or not resolving, having residual effects or not, empowering our kids with knowledge and then giving them the opportunity to educate is going to change the world.  It really is, and I know our kids may struggle in school, but they are going to win in LIFE. 

The problem with school SLP’s.

I only realized after being a part of the special needs community that school SLP’s have a bad rap.  Like a really, REALLY, REALLY bad rap.   I’m preparing a talk next month for Colorado school SLP’s, and every time I prepare a talk for this demographic, I have to tell you they have a special place in my heart.  No, it’s not just because I started as one and

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There is either fear or hope.  Pick one

There is either fear or hope. Pick one

Life would be so much less complicated if we lived on breaks.  haha.  Yes, that is my opener and I realize it’s not only a statement captain obvious would make, but it’s completely devoid of reality. Seriously though, breaks are awesome.  Family comments how far Ashlynn has come.  We are all stress free (well at least from school and work stress).  We can spend time as a family doing things

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My head gets messed up sometimes

My head gets messed up sometimes

This is what Ashlynn has said to me twice today.  It’s rather timely since I just wrote about a post about letting our kids know they have apraxia so they have a name for the problems they experience. Ashlynn (I thought) has known she has apraxia, but I realized I said it a lot when we were still just trying to get her words out and her sounds right, but

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Walker Spotlight: Why I walk for CASANA, by Monica Mayhak

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

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