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.
Amen.
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That's the spirit -"nothing to fear" -cause you know you'll be with sisters in the cause of helping their kids and others kids who just happen to have autism. Have a great time!
A girly outing with autism mums AND JER?? I AM SOOOOO JEALOUS!!!
Have a great time and I look forward to hearing every detail.
Nothing to fear. And SO much to gain.
They've got a big treat in store, to spend time with you, Girly.
Have a fabulous time and tell us all about it, please.
Nothing to fear indeed..
You nervous? Are you kidding???
If anybody should be nervous it should be me.. Look at little itty bitty me amongst all these GIANTS of autism moms. I still don't completely understand how I ended up being part of this.. (thank you, thank you, thank you!!)
(am so looking forward to it though..)
pshaw! wear those old pjs! i'll wear mine. in fact, i'll go out to dinner in them!
can't wait to see you! i love and adore you RIGHT NOW THIS SECOND! who cares about spell check? get over here for a bigg huggggg!
Aw, MON, I'm sure everyone's going through their own version of that to some degree. They'll love you; how could they not?
I'm literally weeping tears of envy right now. I wish I could join you all this weekend. Have extra fun for those of us who will be living vicariously, ok? xo
If you're anything less than totally yourself, you'll be cheating everyone!
Me too - I thought I should maybe get a manicure and get my pits waxed. Then I figured I would ruin the manicure anyway... and my pits? meh.
Now I just have to figure out if girlies still wear stockings...
I can honestly say the thought of pit waxing never occurred to me!
i understand your feelings.
but my god? jess wilson?!
you might as well go stay at the home of jesus christ - the woman is nothing but love and empathy.
go take your perfectly crooked tooth and have yourself a great time.
remember the way it is with us. someone flaps and someone else just pours you another glass of wine.
What's not to love?
Amen.
Well, I can understand your concerns. I also hope they're friendly. A haircut for you? What about me? Maybe I should get a haircut too. I don't worry so much about the crooked tooth anymore, though.
Pak Karamu visit you
AMEN!!
:)
personally? i love it when pak visits. he brings cupcakes.
seriously. who doesn't love cupcakes?
pak...stop on by, brother. i've got pop tarts.
Thank you M.
Michelle, I was telling a good friend of mine about next weekend, and how I'm all nervous and blah, blah, blah, and she said, Tanya, just be yourself and they'll love you. And of course I cried and hugged her and now I'll say the same thing to you - Be yourself and we'll love you! We already do!
And you can bet I'm wearing my ratty old pajamas. (But I still got a haircut!)
Oh darlin .. post to follow on this entitled 'please check all insecurities at the door' .. OK, it's a working title, in need of, well, work.
Drama made me spit my coffee. Me and Jesus in the same sentence? Last time that happened it was in a far different order. More like, "Jesus Christ, Jess!" right before I got grounded for breaking curfew in high school.
But here's the thing .. there is NO pretense here. This is a group of people connected by things so far beneath the surface that the surface is rendered irrelevant.
Old jammies, crooked teeth, even Pixie's Birkenstocks are all welcome and adored. No filters, no glossy edits. This is about US being real, being ourselves and knowing uneqivocally that we are not alone.
Nothing but love (and a lot of wine)
I am jealous, jealous, JEALOUS! Have a great time and then type (and spell check) about it for the rest of us. And remember, we would still love you without spell check.
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