“Of Mountains Scaled”
Most people have probably stopped looking back at 2018 by now. I, on the other hand, like A, am engaging in some backward glances to more fully process some of the happenings that have had a lasting impact.
Here’s my list of Stuff I Won’t Soon Forget:
1. It was my first full year lived entirely without caffeine since I moved to this country. How I got through it I know not. Particularly when special needs are factored in, I deserve a damn medal. Send it c/o Radha the Grump, 638 Running on Fumes Way, Soulless Herbal Tea RitualVille, NJ 00000. Make sure there are no cliches on the plaque, kthanks. Tedious phrasing revives a huge longing for caffeine… God, I miss chai.
2. It’s the year I started writing my first book. I’ve been afraid to put it out there, but since I am making progress, I thought I might as well. I am working on a book of short stories. Along with luck, please wish me loads of uninterrupted time and no tech fail.
3. 2018 is the year I finally conquered my fear of driving in unfamiliar places. Yay. It’s been very liberating. Here’s to more interesting drives in 2019.
4. I made it through over a year of mental health help. When I think of all the things we have achieved in this family, I can only be grateful that someone was willing to sit in the fallout shelter with me while I took stock and strove for personal accountability. Thank you to an often irritating but always quickwitted and sometimes kindred spirit who is a credit to his profession.
5. I saved the absolute best for last. The summer of 2018 was when R and his two darling cousins in Michigan taught A to give kisses. He could never get the hang of them before, and would just sort of say “Bah” when asked for one. But now, because they all got together and decided it was a skill worth imparting, he plants the sweetest cheek and hand kisses. They never fail to fill my eyes with happy tears. I waited thirteen years for them, that’s why they mean more. And if God keeps a list of good deeds, these children have surely earned their spiritual gold stars. Purehearts, that’s what they all are.
I want to say to my dear readers that your engagement all this while has meant so much to me. I am almost at three years of writing this blog, and Autism Duniya would not be so rewarding without your support, and thoughtful comments. Writing is my life, and writing about autism is like pulling my soul out of my body. The fact that so many of you understand what it costs me to write on this subject, and that you honor it with your own honesty—it continues to blow me away.
Adolescence is pulling a mesmerized A along, like some naughty, irresistible Pied Piper. He sees no reason to resist, and has thrown himself into the experience with his characteristic impish nature. I look to 2019 with equal parts anticipation and WTFery.