I have no idea how to begin to process yesterday’s meeting with Mike, no less write about it. It was monumental on so very many levels.
From a personal perspective, I still can’t quite wrap my brain around the fact that I spent nearly two hours (in what was scheduled as a thirty minute meeting) discussing autism at the White House with a senior advisor to the President of the United States. But really, that was just the beginning.
Mike gets this. He really, really gets this. He knows our struggles because he lives them. In fact, he lives them to a far greater degree than I do.
He’s doing a lot more for us than we can see. Like a LOT more.
Government doesn’t work the way we want it to. It just doesn’t. It lumbers and plods and trips over its feet no matter how badly we may need it to sprint. Mike gets that too. And he’s doing everything he can to get it to at the very least jog.
There are lots of long-term things to do, but he’s also working on what we need today.
I am deeply grateful to Mike for his time, for his warmth, for the generosity of his spirit and for his service to and his representation of our families in the administration.
I have pages and pages more to write, but I’m simply not ready or able to do him or our conversation justice. In part because three hours of sleep really isn’t enough to do anything justice.
So instead of rambling on, I’m going to share the following.
You may have read the letter that I gave Mike to give to his boss yesterday. Well, it turned out that I wasn’t the only one who had something to say to the President.
The night before my meeting with Mike, Katie went to work. Unfortunately, I had to (clumsily) blur out her real name and our address, but I think you’ll get the point nonetheless.
I had been fairly happy with the letter that I’d written. But I’m pretty sure that this one blew it away.
See for yourself.
Dear Mr President,
My name is [Katie W]. I think that you are a very good president and I hope you get re-elected.
I would like to ask you to do everything you can for people with autism, like my little sister, [Brooke]. Good luck with the election!
And here’s Mike, indulging a Mama moment.
Told you he was awesome.
More to come, my friends.
Far, far more to come.