Friday, I'll be heading to Boston to take part in a girly (+1 boy) weekend that the amazingly gracious Jess Wilson put together a couple of months ago, in an effort to garner support for Riley's service dog. Seriously? The kindness of other autism moms. It astounds me.
Fifteen autism mommy bloggers will be having dinner with John Elder Robison, best selling author of Look Me in the Eye, a book about growing up Aspergian. As a parent, John's book has given me so much insight. I'm sure we will have zillions of questions for him and time is bound to fly.
I'll be making a pit stop at my sister's in upstate NY on the way, and picking up Pixie Mama. We grew up near each other but have never met in person. K Stag is coming, as is Kyra. So is Petra. A bunch of others I don't know as well will be there. People who wouldn't know me if I bit 'em, but who nonetheless have supported Riley in our quest for her dog. I look forward to meeting them and getting to know their blogs better after putting names with faces.
I'm surprised it's taken this long, but I've started to get a little nervous. I can type a good game, but what if they don't like the real me? The one without spellcheck and editing.
I used to have a big sense of bravado. I didn't get nervous. I could interview Senators and sit in the White House press room unphased. True, part of why I wasn't scared was because I was too young and clueless to be awed, but still. I had more moxie.
Now, I'm thinking...I should have my hair cut. I should buy a new outfit. I can't possibly wear these old pajamas to stay at Jess's house! I wish my bottom tooth wasn't crooked. Will they think I'm fat?
Hold up, Tootsie-Q.
Remember who you're dealing with. Autism moms. The ones who cared enough about a little girl they don't know, to help her get her dog.
Nothing to fear.