I’m going to begin this post about Ryan with a statement about Drew. Despite Drew’s considerable physical disabilities, his quality of life is amazing; no one who knows Drew would dispute that fact. What may be surprising to some readers is the identity of the person I feel is most responsible. While Drew’s parents, aunts and uncles, grandparents, cousins, sister, doctors, teachers, and therapists all contribute; there is absolutely no question in my mind that Ryan is, hands down, number ONE!
Yesterday as I sorted the laundry I noted that Ryan’s jeans had a hole in one knee.

Believe it or not, this is a first for Ry. Why? Because, unlike most children, he did not spend time playing on the floor during his toddler years. Rather, day after day, he sat in a chair across from Drew so that they could play on Drew’s tray.
Ry is having a great year in first grade. He is a good reader and catches on to math. Ry has always struggled with small motor skills. Although he is improving, his printing is very difficult to read. Interestingly, at home he loves to write, color cut and paste. This is an attribute I especially admire in Ry: while most of us avoid things that are hard for us, Ryan embraces them.
Ryan is the middle child; he has a physically disabled, smart, savvy older brother and an adorable, sassy younger sister. Yet Ryan is most definitely his own person. Although, like any child, he has his off days he describes most of his days as “fabulous.”
Ryan has decided he is going to buy a home being built down the street from us.

Ry chose the enormous house because he has invited everyone (including me) to move in with him after he buys the house. He and Drew have big plans.
Ryan’s position in the family gives him an advantage in developing people skills. Those skills, along with his enthusiasm about working on things that are difficult for him lead me to predict future success in whatever path he chooses. I can’t wait to see how he chooses to use these skills in the years and decades ahead.
Go, Ry!
Nana Barb
Don’t be afraid to fail. Be afraid not to try. ~ Michael Jordan























