The Life is a Beautiful Ride blog is all about
connecting with other people whose lives are touched by disability in
some way. It exists only to educate, entertain or encourage. It is not a
marketplace – it is a community.
When my son was young it was often hard to connect with other parents. It was the early '90s and we didn't even have the internet. Can you even imagine? I know I can't!
I am so thankful that we have this amazing opportunity to connect with one another and share laughter, tears and resources.
Please join me on this journey. Life is indeed a Beautiful Ride but we often have bumps and detours along the way. Let's share them together.
Recent Blog Posts
The Great Adventure
by Colleen Berlingieri, Exceptional Parent Magazine
Twenty-four years ago my oldest son Geordi (Geo), was born with big blue eyes, dark curly hair and chubby little cheeks that made you want to smother them in kisses. He was also born “fussy” – not wanting to sleep for more than 20 minutes at a time and not feeding well. As time went on, he was also late to sit, crawl, walk and talk. By the age of two, he was diagnosed as, “developmentally delayed” – cause unknown.
My son Geordi, (Geo), was born with an intellectual disability as well as a speech disorder.
Like many of you, I have spent hours upon hours in waiting rooms at doctor’s offices and therapy clinics. In a frantic effort to “fix” my son, I dragged him to every therapy I could find (and AFFORD!).
I spoke to a customer on the phone yesterday for about 20 minutes or so. It began as usual with questions about FATWHEELS & bikes and parts and prices. Nothing special until I asked – “what is your daughter’s name?” This is when the interaction turned personal. This is when Mom told me that her “baby” has autism.
By Colleen Berlingieri, Exceptional Parent Magazine
“R-E-S-P-E-C-T find out what is means to me!...”
As my plane slowly descended onto the runway at Detroit Airport, I found myself humming this Motown classic. I was returning from a rare long weekend in Nashville with my husband and NO KIDS!
As I looked out the window of the plane, the song’s chorus kept repeating in my head. I closed my eyes—took a deep breath—and pictured myself on stage rocking a sequins dress and belting out the tunes. And just like that, I was the Queen of Soul, but my version went something like this:
Find out what it means to me
Take care, TCB
Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)….
smiled to myself and pushed up my seat tray – it was no small feat, but
I had done it. I had gone away with my husband for three whole days!