I'm back. Something so great happened at the park that is so appropriate for posting on this blog, and so appropriate for posting on this blog RIGHT NOW that I just have to share.
We arrived at the park to find three boys, aged about 10, playing on the swings. My kids went straight to the baby swings and I lifted them in. Julius began his very loud, very high-pitched squeals of delight. A few minutes later a woman entered the park, alone, clearly looking for the source of the sound.
Woman: Oh, I thought someone was hurt when I heard that screaming.
Me: No, he's just exuberant in his delight.
Woman: Oh, isn't that nice. I don't think I've heard such a scream from a child before and it just worried me. I wanted to make sure everything was okay.
Me: That was really nice of you. He's fine. He has autism, so he expresses himself a little differently.
Woman: Oh, I see. Well, I'm glad everyone is okay. Have a great night!
Me: You too!
Imogen: You too!
Boy on swing: Did you say he has asthma?
Me: No, autism, it's...
Boy: What's that?
Imogen: It means that me and my brother are very special and a lot of fun and really the best ever.
Boy: Cool. You can play with us.
Now doesn't that warm your heart on a million different levels???