Mom and blogger, Andrea, shares her son Noah’s experience at the Lydia Cox Memorial Bike Camp that took place June 3-7 at South Tech High School. For this and more from Andrea’s blog, Therapy On Wry, visit her at www.therapyonwry.com. Photos courtesy Therapy On Wry.
I Believe I Can Fly
I am not a quitter by any stretch of the imagination. Once I begin a project — I see it through to the end. No matter how much blood, sweat and tears are required. My biggest roadblock is often in the starting. As a parent, raising a child with special needs, I’m conditioned to come up with creative ways to help my child learn and do all the things I see his peers doing. But sometimes, the road stretched before me seems all uphill.
I liked those odds.
The program costs $150 but because of the generosity of both the DSAGSL and the Lydia Faith Cox Foundation, included a brand new bike and custom-fitted helmet for each camper.
On the first day Noah was a little apprehensive. “Why are we doing this?” he asked.
“Because it’s going to be great! YOU are going to learn to ride a bike!”
Noah was really worried about falling. I assured him that he would have two spotters, one on either side of him, who would be making sure he was safe. Camp was held at South Technical High School in Sunset Hills. After we signed in and he received his official “I Can Shine” t-shirt, we headed over to the bike helmet-fitting area. Two representatives from Children’s Hospital were on hand to make sure each camper had a perfectly fit helmet. While Noah waited in line, he was introduced to Steph and Heather, the two volunteers who would be spotting and cheering Noah on all week. Immediately, Steph began breaking the ice by finding ways to interject Star Wars into their conversations. I’d forgotten that earlier, when I’d initially signed Noah up for camp, that I had provided them with a list of Noah’s likes.
I breathed a sigh.
We were off to a good start. After Noah received his helmet, the three of them headed to the gym and the team put Noah on one of their special “roller bikes”. Each roller bike has been handcrafted and designed by retired, mechanical engineering professor and program founder, Richard Klein. That first day, I watched Noah’s confidence grow with each lap he made around the gym — all the while his two spotters were running alongside him — laughing and eager to listen to Noah share his vast knowledge of Star Wars trivia during the 75 minute session.
That evening at dinner, when it was Noah’s turn to say what he was thankful for, he shared, “I’m thankful for bike camp.”
I pushed down the lump that had suddenly taken over all the space in my throat and squeaked, “me too.”
The next day, Noah was excited about going to camp and eagerly jumped on a bike. By day three, he was up on two wheels! Between running (literally) his spotters ragged as he pedaled with more confidence and speed!…Noah really enjoyed leaving his mark as he squeezed his brakes hard to make tire tracks at the end of the straightway.
“How long was that one?” he inquired.
Boys…everything is a competition.
Day four was devoted to turning. He fell once and I held my breath but kept my feet planted to the spot as the volunteers were quick to get Noah back up on his bike to try…try again.
As I watched Noah ride and Steve snap enough pictures for us to create a stop action movie…I spent a little time talking to Suzie Risher, founder of the Lydia Faith Cox Foundation, named after her daughter who died three years ago.
I marveled at this woman. She could have easily (and I wouldn’t blame her a bit!) curled up and let her grief swallow her up. I cannot imagine a grief larger than when a parent loses a child. But, she didn’t. And, because of her vision to see beyond today and even tomorrow –she has given myself and many other parents the opportunity to watch our children soar.
I believe Lydia’s spirit was with us at camp, giving each one of our children invisible wings…now it’s up to us not to clip them with thoughts of doubt.
Today, after another successful ride with his Dad, Noah came in to tell me that he rode down our hill for the first time…”and I went FAST!” He told me he kept thinking, “I believe I can fly.”