Wednesday: a day of truce, a day to celebrate and find joy. Deal?
And not just to celebrate our children. If you are an adult on the spectrum, what about yourself brings you joy? Don't be bashful!
My bright boy, have I told you how much I love him? How just thinking of him brings tears to my eyes? He feels keenly, deeply. He doesn't always understand it, but he feels it and he keeps feeling it, years later. He hates injustice, deeply, at the bone level, you know?
My Lily, she's a lot like me. She wants to do her best. She came home with an 88 on a paper and had two separate crying jags because she had missed six things. Just the previous week, there I was deeply disappointed with my 86 on a chem test and an 87 on the A & P. Perfectionism, the need to do better, know more, my Lily has that. And she is intensely curious. My heart breaks with love for her
Oh Rosie, a sweeter little garden girlie with issues, you've never met. She has big blue eyes that melt your heart. She crinkles her nose when she's thinking, which is always. She was upset the other night that the letters on the keyboard weren't in alphabetical order. Who'd have thought my heart would keep expanding, growing? Putty, my children make me complete putty. Mushy putty. :-)
Our children are our lives. They are our breath. We live for them We would die for them. We celebrate them for who they are, where they are, as they are. They are our souls.
Celebrate your children here today. Revel in them, just as they are, for who they are.
And go beyond that. Relish who you are. What do you celebrate about yourself?
I celebrate my intensity. I fully invest in what I do (good, bad or otherwise, I like my perseveration, even if it drives some folks crazy).
No meanness here today. Got it? One nice day. A day off. A break. Spread the word around, and come celebrate.