This is how this is going to go.
You had me exactly where you wanted me this morning.
I was terrified.
Because of you, we are ‘sheltered’ in our home. As per police orders, the door is locked, the alarm is on, and we are staying away from the windows.
Because of you, my husband went to the airport this morning, but didn’t get on the plane.
Because of you, we have shut down our city to find you. And we will.
Because of you, an hour ago, I was pacing back and forth in my kitchen, trying to make breakfast. I opened the refrigerator door four times before I could remember why.
Because of you, I was scared.
You had me where you wanted me.
But you don’t anymore.
I will stay here, because it’s safe. Because it’s the right thing to do for my children. Because we need to keep out of the way so that our brave law enforcement officers and other first responders can do their job and bring you to justice.
So I will stay here.
But I’m not letting you in. Not in my door, and not into my heart.
Not here — not within the walls of my home, this sacred space of family and love and safety. I will not be afraid here – not because of you.
What I *will* do is what I’d planned to do this morning. To share the wonder of my child’s imagination.
And then I’m going to play with my kids.
Here, in the safety of my home.
Where you are not welcome.
Yesterday, Brooke created Nursery Rhyme Land.
A land of imagination.
A land where a pool ring could be an egg and an egg could come to life.
A land where everything is possible and autism’s myths are shattered.
A land where love wins.
A land you do not have the power to destroy.
Mary and her Little Lamb
The Itsy Bitsy Spider (Yup, the brush is the spider and the cup is the water spout. How awesome is THAT?)
The Monkey in the Middle (She said it was a nursery rhyme. Go with it.)
Mary Mary Quite Contrary (see her garden?)
Hickory Dickory Dock (The Easter basket is the clock)
Humpty Dumpty (When I wouldn’t let her use a real egg, she went and found this. The Tupperware is the wall. I know. Even more awesome.)
Little Miss Muffet with her hand in the curds and whey.