This has probably been one of my longest blogging sabbaticals of my blogging career and I am. not sure why.
I suppose I can use the excuse that I have been “busy” – with family, kids, sickness, work, stress, etc.
The truth is when I started this blog – way back in February 2012 – family, kids, sickness, work and stress were just as much a part of my life as they are now.
However, I did not use them as an excuse not to blog. Rather, I used them as inspiration.
This morning I was having a slight pity party for myself over coffee. The kids were killing each other in the other room over Legos and Skylanders and I was taking solace in my iPhone.
Skimming through my Yahoo account, I glanced at summer sale emails and Facebook updates. Then I saw it…..The Daily Prompt …describe the last time you were moved to tears by something beautiful.
For the first time in awhile, I was actually inspired to pull out the iPad and write a post.
Looking around the kitchen for the keyboard, I was torn between 2 very special memories. Separately, the memories could not be more different – one involves rain the other my son.
Yet to me, they are very much alike in that they both gave me the “feeling” that somehow, someway everything would be all right.
I am not quite ready to share the rain memory with others, for now it is all mine, where it can remain safe and pure.
So the winner, by default, is my son Jake.
Jake is 5yo and my blue-eyed, blond haired, Buddha baby.
On a daily basis I can be moved to tears by Jake and his ability to melt my heart and drive me completely and utterly insane all in a matter of minutes.
You see, Jake has autism (Autism Spectrum Disorder to be exact). He has been diagnosed for almost 2 years and it has been THE most devastating, eye-opening, inspiring, frustrating roller coaster ride of my life.
Jake attends a school for children with special needs. This past May, the school held it’s annual talent show and Jake’s class was participating.
All I was told about Jake’s performance was that he needed to wear black pants and a white shirt. I had no idea what the heck his teacher had planned, and quite frankly, if it would even be any good.
I remember sitting in the packed gym the day of the show feeling very nervous. I had no idea what to expect. Would Jake even participate or would he freak out in front of the school???
The Jake I know is shy and does not “perform” in front of a gym filled with people. Regardless, he is my son and this is what parents do right? No matter what I knew I would clap for Jake louder than anyone there.
The principal handed out programs and Jake’s class was #6. After their names it simply read “My Girl” and then it hit me, I knew exactly what his teacher had in mind and right then, I knew it would be something special.
After what seemed like an eternity finally I heard the beginning beats of The Temptations “My Girl” My stomach was filled with butterflies as I watched Jake’s class walk on stage wearing top hats and bow ties.
The boys (there are 5 boys and 1 girl) took their places around the little girl who was seated on a pink tulle covered bench and THEY WERE PERFORMING!
They sang and danced the entire song and it was nothing short of PERFECTION.
When the kids took their bow, the gym erupted in applause as the teachers shot confetti in the air and we all stood and cheered.
I don’t know if I will ever be able to describe the emotions I felt that day – the pride, happiness, joy and awe all mixed together.
I just remember thinking, and feeling in my gut, that everything would be alright and Jake would be alright.