May 11, 2008...Mom's Day

Happy Mother's Day!

It has been an emotional week. I'm still in a bit of a fog following our walk last weekend. When ya pull a wonderful group of people together and plan and plan and plan a first-ever walk, you just never know what's gonna happen. We kinda just did what we thought we should do and we crossed our fingers. Well, it worked. In the rain, we had somewhere around 5000 people show up and we raised close to $400,000...not bad. Had it been a beautiful day, I think we could've had 10,000...probably a good thing it rained...not sure if we would've been ready for that!

It was really something to see the community come together like they did. One thing about Autism, there are so many times that as a parent, you feel so alone. No one felt alone that day. It was so awesome to see this huge group of people all there to support us. It was definitely a "wow" moment and I can't wait until next year. Now that we have our feet wet (literally), we know what to do next time and we know where to tweak a little. Very, very cool.

I thought that after the walk, things would slow down a little...not quite the case. A little room to breathe would be nice...someday soon.

In the meantime, a couple of quick things to share...

The Enquirer ran a very cool article on Jakob and me, here's the link:

http://news.enquirer.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080428/LIFE/804280301/1035

And for Mother's Day...this is one of my all-time favorites...makes me tear up every time.

The Special Mother
by Erma Bombeck


Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice,
a few by social pressure and a couple by habit.

This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children.
Did you ever wonder how these mothers are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth
Selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation.
As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint, Matthew."

"Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron Saint, Celia."

"Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron Saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."

Finally he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a handicapped child a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel."

"But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off she'll handle it."

"I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has a world of it's own. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."

"But Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect.
She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says momma for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it.

I will permit her to see clearly the things I see--ignorance, cruelty,
prejudice--and allow her to rise above them.

She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life
Because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."

"And what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in the air. God smiles.

"A mirror will suffice."