Writer's Workshop: #Autism, Birthdays and One Mouthy Little Girl

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When my mind is quiet and I have time to reflect, I often have these big, mind-blowing epiphanies. My latest is that my daughter was born both autistic and during Autism Awareness Month. I don't think it's a coincidence. In fact, I think it's yet another clue from the cosmos pointing us in the right direction.

Myriam's birthday was last week, she's now eight years old. I am left wondering both, where the time went and how we ever survived this long. It's an odd sensation. This birthday must be big, the number eight relevant somehow, because I'm starting to see and hear changes that I never imagined would come. Although, looking back I do remember a very wise SpEd teacher telling me to watch out, big changes would happen around now. Truth!

My daughter is socially stunted; we are just now leaving Dora behind in favor of Barbie and American Girls. A "Rainbow Loom" obsessed us all weekend long, as we twisted and fumbled our way to neon, rubber, fashionista. Slowly, she struggles to catch up to her peers and then suddenly she bolts forward into "normal". I am left breathless by her sprints.

A couple of weeks ago it was a disgruntled comment about her dissatisfaction over a haircut, "It's MY hair," she muttered to Nana, keeping a watchful eye to be out of Momma's range of hearing. This week, a snapish, "At least you leave me alone there" when instructed to get out the door to school.

So very "normal". So very new. I'm not sure if I should correct her, hug her, laugh or cry. This is a normal I never imagined I would hear. I don't have any answers. I'm not even sure I know the questions. I know that something has shaken loose from her brain. All of these thoughts have always been there but now she is actually saying them!

This is a good thing, right?

Peace Out!
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