Everyone Needs A Voice.

This boy did not have a voice.  He always made noise.  He cooed and cried as an infant.  He hummed and tapped to music.  He grunted, pointed and made his needs known. His lungs screamed with outrage if he felt that something was unjust.  The background noise of my life has been the sound effects of fighting bad guys, since before I can remember.  There is not doubt that this boy, my boy communicated.

His Voice,  His Words, His Stories could not be heard.

They were trapped inside his brain.  AND they could not get out.

They banged and pushed and fought there way to the surface just to be misunderstood and thought gibberish.

OH, the frustration, the tantrums and the tears.

Both mine and his.

Everyone needs a Voice.

This creative, imaginative, hardworking, sweet boy pulled his weapons out and conquered through the fog, grime, muck and tears.  Fighting to retrain the way his words sounded to others.  He learned that working hard at something is invaluable.  That often he is the only one who can change his destiny.  Learning empathy along the way, that everyone has something they are fighting.  Everyone has a trial that makes them work,  throw their hands up in frustration and that makes them cry.  Because of this he is more understanding and tolerant of those hard things in those around him.

My boy has a VOICE now.  His voice has not come easily.  He works everyday to keep that voice.  So people can better understand him and he can be heard. The road is still stretching out before him and for the rest of his life, his voice will be heard.  Each word fighting and clawing it's way to the surface. 

May 14th is the first annual National Appraxia Awareness Day
Please were blue and white and join us in recognizing this day
Speak up for the children who cannot speak for themselves.
Every child deserves a voice.