Today is the day. The long-awaited and much hyped World Autism Awareness Day. Typically, I would write a post in honor of this, the highest of holy days in the fight for our children (well, not counting the other 364 days of the year). I would agonize over finding the right words – searching for something meaningful, profound and, God-willing, inspiring to say.
But no matter what it might be to us, to my little girl, today is Saturday. And Saturday is the day that she’s been waiting for. Saturday is her Birthday Party Day. In a few hours, my girl will welcome her classmates into her house with a long-practiced script. She will cover her ears as we sing Happy Birthday as quietly as we can. Her Mama will cry as her baby girl blows out eight candles (plus one for good luck) on her cake. And Brooke will revel in her moment as the birthday girl.
So if you’re looking for inspiration, I’d ask you to read back through Diary, then click on the links in my blog roll. Find out who the people are behind the word.
Autism may be in the headlines for the day or even for the month, but it is in our lives every moment of the day, every day of the year. Neither one day nor one month will ever be enough to tell our story.
Our children need support in so very many ways (Click –> HERE <– to see a few). But until we have the attention – and the hearts – of those with the power to affect change that help will not come. Until we heal the divide in this community and begin to treat one another with the respect, tolerance and compassion that we demand from others, we will continue to spin our wheels and engender fear in the hearts of politicians who might otherwise offer that help. Until we put our egos and personal agendas aside, we will never be able to put our children’s needs first.
Today, I’m doing just that – putting my little girl’s needs first. And for today, that means getting the house ready for a party.