As the children trooped dutifully back to school today, I realized some of my very first posts in this blog were about the return to routine and the comforts inherent therein when your family deals with autism.
That means I’ve been on this blog journey for a year. Unbelievable.
This walkabout has taken me many places, both physical and figurative. We’ve seen all three children make strides forward over the passing days. We sang, we danced –some of us were spinning, more than dancing–we visited new vacation spots and museums. We won ribbons at the fair. We were burgled. We came in dead last betting on March Madness and won some great T-shirts.
I’ve made a whole group of new friends, people I never would have met if it wasn’t for this vehicle, like daisyfae and birgitte and dee, who watched her Jamaican compatriot reach victory in the Beijing Olympics. I’ve been humbled by other parents of children with autism, whose struggle is more difficult than ours, and I’ve met some adults who don’t consider their autism a disability, but something that sets them apart. I’ve learned from them all. Thank you, friends, for your companionship and your willingness to walk with me along this path, some for a short time, some for longer.
I’ve sold some of my writing, and bonded with other writers through their blogs, through my local writer’s groups, through Pennwriters. I’ve placed work with several agents for the first time this year. I’ve become a writer about technology (says the woman who doesn’t even know how to text from a cell phone!), and taught myself a number of things.
The election impacted all of us in one way or another, and I had the opportunity to get personally involved for the first time in years. Yes, even old dogs can experience change! They can apparently teach the new generation a lesson too, as we found with the Women in Black protests. Go Ann!
As I review this year and see so many interesting stops on the journey, I’m grateful for this written documentation. I hope some of what I’ve shared has been as helpful to those who’ve read it, as others’ words have been for me, and I’m looking forward to another year together on the trek. As the writer Marcel Proust says,”The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” Take a fresh look, and really see your world.
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