Music Therapy for Children with Down Syndrome

My 5-year-old son singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, while he plays the ukulele. It’s music to my ears! With a dual-diagnosis of Down syndrome and Childhood Apraxia of Speech Troy struggles to speak intelligibly, but somehow he speaks much more clearly while singing.

Speech therapy twice a week, and total speech immersion in an inclusive preschool class has helped Troy make great gains in speech intelligibility. But it’s his love of music and singing that has continued to show me where we should place our efforts.

Music therapy can seem frivolous, but research supports connections between speech and singing, rhythm and motor behavior, memory for song and memory for academic material. Music is processed by a different area of the brain than speech and languages, so a child may be able to more easily absorb information and skills presented with music.

“Music organizes the brain. The child strums the instrument with his right hand, which stimulates the left side of the brain. The left side of the brain is the center of language and speech, which is one reason Troy can speak more clearly,” explains my son’s Music Therapist, Kendra Carson. Kendra has been a certified practicing Music Therapist for 16 years, and has worked with all ages.

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Kendra says music therapy isn’t about music production. “Music is just the tool I use as a therapist to see what Troy’s non-musical needs are and facilitate non-musical goals,” Kendra says. She incorporates Troy’s speech goals into each session, and many songs like “Old McDonald” incorporate sounds and words that Troy struggles with as a child diagnosed with Childhood Apraxia of Speech.

The American Music Therapy Association defines music therapy as “an established health profession in which music is used within a therapeutic relationship to address physical, emotional, cognitive, and social needs of individuals. After assessing the strengths and needs of each client, the qualified music therapist provides the indicated treatment including creating, singing, moving to, and/or listening to music.”

Even if you don’t have the time or money for private music therapy, you can incorporate music into your daily life to benefit your loved one with Down syndrome. Kendra taught me how to put familiar books to music. For example, Troy has memorized the book Brown Bear, Brown Bear. When we sing the words in the book to the tune of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Start he can read the book more fluidly. I’ve also helped my children learn my phone number and our address by putting them two easy tunes.

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This doting sister shown below shows off her natural music therapy skills in a social media video that’s gone viral. She shares the joy of music to help her toddler brother with Down syndrome learn to speak his first words. Check it out!

As a parent of child with Down syndrome, I understand that fitting one more therapy in can seem impossible. But many music therapists will come to you, and many local Down syndrome affiliates or county developmental disability boards offer scholarships to families for therapies and other activities.

You can find out more about Music Therapy and find a certified therapist in your area HERE. Does your loved one with Down syndrome love music? How have you facilitated this love of music to help him or her in other areas of life? Share your story with me below.

 

Travels of a Posterior Walker

The following includes memories from six moms of children with Down syndrome, including myself. 

You might describe me as hard and cold. A slave driver even. I’m built of heavy metal. I can withstand the biggest blow a toddler can dish out. Parents begrudgingly bring me into their home. They really don’t want me there. I’m clunky and take up a lot of space. But more important I remind them of their child’s delay.

Still, I end up finding a place in their hearts and collective memories. That’s because I help their child accomplish one of the most visible and monumental developmental milestones of childhood: WALKING.

You’ve been there when parents gloat about their 9-month-old just standing up one day and walking. Yeah, I know. I want to run them over for you. You know what I want to gloat about? The real warriors. The ones who have to work ten times harder than any other kid on the block. The one who cries through therapy every week, but keeps on keeping on. These kids are hustling with me for months, just to prove they have what it takes. They can walk the walk!

Easter egg hunt with Troy and his twin (see the foam on the front of me)

My first warrior was Troy. A military brat, who was lucky enough to come by me through the windfalls of Tricare Military Insurance. Did you know not every kid like Troy just gets to hang with me for free? I’m usually an out-of-pocket expensive; a frivolity, I’m told. Hmph!

Anyway, this kid is a real bruiser, and stubborn as a mule. He knows what he wants and how to get it. I can respect a kid for that. Except for the fact that what the kid wants is speed and adventure and excitement. A little too much speed and adventure and excitement for me. And I’m a pretty fast, adventurous, exciting guy.

It got so bad Troy’s dad (a tough military dude) had to put foam strips all over me, because the kid kept ramming into things. Troy’s mom said I’d destroy her cabinets, but couldn’t she see it wasn’t me that was doing the damage. Troy has a twin brother, so that meant double trouble. Two kids seeing how fast they could race me down the drive way. The only bright side of this family was their travels. I left Nebraska for vacays in Minnesota, Michigan, and Florida.

I can’t tell you how lucky I felt to be passed along to my second warrior, Trevyn. Troy’s mom thought it wasn’t fair that other kids had to pay to play, so she told Trevyn’s mom to pass me along to any kid that needed me after Trevyn. And so the chain of kindness and fun began. 

Cool Cat, Trevyn

Trevyn is one cool dude, and so laid back. Mostly I stood in a corner, just chillin’. Of course, this worried Trevyn’s mom and two older sisters. They cajoled and prodded Trevyn to use me. But Trevyn and I were like “no man, let’s just be cool. Let’s just relax!” Trevyn’s mom said he must be scared of me. His sisters and even his big dad came over and pretended to walk with me to show Trevyn I wasn’t scary. Trevyn and I just laughed. The best was when Trevyn’s therapists added a swing-type seat to convince him to use me. You know what he did? He sat down, picked his feet up and swung. I love that kid!

Eddy walking at school with his mom

Eddy was my biggest accomplishment thus far. This sweet little guy is a true warrior. Even through health problems and surgeries, Eddy always tries. I also got to go to school for the first time. I’m not bragging or anything, but Eddy’s mom says he wouldn’t have been able to navigate his school without me. He took me to all his classroom centers (play doh was our favorite). We even went to the playground together; the other kids were so jealous.

When Eddy finally walked independently at 3 1/2-years-old I wanted to cry tears of joy, and would have if I had eyes.

I left a mark on the next household I visited…literally! Gavin was just as wild as Troy. It was almost two years ago, but it seems like just yesterday Team Gavin was racing for the Gold. Gavin’s house was the perfect racetrack. The main floor was laid out in a huge circle. Round and round we’d race, burning the midnight oil. Even good racers crash sometimes though. We hit walls, doors, cabinets. But Gavin and I knew we blew the rods out when we left an indelible, circular mark on the wood floors. His mom was not pleased.

The racing legend, Gavin
My favorite mall-rat, LJ

Can you believe I got double trouble again at my next stop?! I mean the likelihood of hanging with one set of twins (one with Down syndrome) is literally 14 in a million. When I was dropped off at LJ and Harper’s I thought I better start playing the lotto. But really, I already hit the jackpot with this family.

Nebraska winters are harsh, so LJ’s mom got the brilliant idea to take us to the mall so we could strut our stuff. LJ and I quickly became mall-rats, and our “Wednesday regulars” were amazed at LJ’s progress. Week after week they’d comment about how fast this cutie was getting as we window shopped.

I never knew love until my latest gig. After five arduous, testosterone-filled years, I finally got my girl!!! 

It’s been the summer of love with sweet Emilee and I. We’ve only been together for 3 months, but I think this one’s forever. At first she would scoot over to me and play with my handles, but now she shrieks with glee as she stands up and tries to walk. I can’t wait to see this sweetie take off!

My Sweet Emilee

I feel truly lucky to get the privilege to teach these amazing kids to walk. My advice to anyone that will listen is that kids with Down syndrome deserve your respect. They work so hard to be included, and be seen for who they are: more alike than different. 

Postscript: Thank you Kari, Jeanna, Tiffany, Kendra, and Stacy for sharing your sentimental and at times hilarious stories about your child with me. Although it seems that the delay in walking is fraught with worry for new parents, it also helped me realize that Troy really can do anything he puts his mind to. It’s been a joy knowing that the walker has been passed along to so many children, and made a small difference in their lives.Â