repetitive play

When my son was two-years-old he was gifted a friend’s favorite Tonka firetruck.  It was a gift that I initially didn’t like because it was a big toy and it made noise – a high-pitched siren noise (just like a real fire engine truck).  My son carted that firetruck everywhere.  It sat in his lap…

horse (mare) therapy

Horsemanship is the art of mastering our movements, thoughts, emotions and behavior.  Not the horses. –  Mark Rashid When my son is on a horse, his mind stills, and words clear.  His body adjusts to the movement, the cadence of the horses’ shoes printing the soft earth.   His body feels the horses’ cadence, and in…

what’s wrong with me?

It happened on a December afternoon at 3:30 PM.  I met my son and his dad at Children’s Hospital Therapy Office – a typical place to meet on any given Wednesday.  Just as I turned off my car a golden-topped head appeared in my window.  His lips were drawn long and low and his ball cap…

i feel jealous

Our neighbors’ new puppy is a Great Dane.  She is all paws and big hush-puppy eyes.  This 9-week old and this puppy captured the attention of everyone in my building.  Except my son. My daughter, all squeals and happiness, jumped with excitement with the sight of a new pup in the building.  The puppy received…

lean deep into joy

I willingly admit that I don’t focus on the joy every moment.  Or even every day.  I know I should look for the joy in the meltdowns over a missing Lego piece, the turkey bacon being too cold, or my own cup of coffee spilling down the front of my blouse.  Truly, there has to…

so much responsibility

Hans Asperger once said, The good and bad in a person, their potential for success or failure, their aptitudes and deficits – they are mutually conditional, arising from the same source. Our therapeutic goal must be to teach the person how to bear their difficulties. Not to eliminate them for him [or her], but to…

hurts so good

Green and silver cleats, lime green soccer ball, a jersey, and lots of electrolytes.  The heat for his first game was unbearable: 92 degrees and no shade.  Just that beautiful green field, a miniature version of the real deal.  Boys his age, bigger and taller, running in a group after each kick of the ball. …