I am honored that I was invited to write a special post by the Autism Speaks community. Autism Speaks is the world's leading autism science and advocacy organization. They are dedicated to funding research into causes, prevention, treatments and a cure for autism.
When the Social Marketing Manager invited me to write something for their blog, at first I hesitated. I don't align myself with many Autism resources because I am very picky about the Autism messages I put out into the world.
However I am fully in support of the Ryan Gosling autism memes out there.
And after talking to Michael, I realized I like Autism Speaks because their information is positive and informative; free of judgement or propaganda. They are world changers on the grandest of scales and I am actually really lucky to have the opportunity to align with them. I knew exactly what I wanted to write because it's a topic I am incredibly passionate about.
I wrote about the messages I heard and the feelings I felt when I first realized I was a parent to a child with
Like my guest post said, I’m not in Holland or in Italy, but this is my Life and I love it.
Passion can never be hidden or faked. I've done jobs I wasn't passionate about and it took ten times the energy for output. I've had jobs and projects I've been passionate about and I wouldn't even call it work. It's like an extension of my heart beating. Or breathing. There was a complete willingness to work long hours, weekends, whenever. I didn't know who I was without it. I didn't work for money or accolades, although they were nice to have. I simply worked for the love.
The other day my Physical Therapistist asked me to walk, and he was intently watching me. At first I felt awkward, and suddenly couldn't remember how to walk normal anymore. But I was able to separate myself from my mind because he was looking at me professionally and intently, like my body was a machine and he was just trying to connect how efficiently all the parts were working together. He notices everything. Things I've lived with for years that I didn't even realize myself. He uses manual manipulation to convince my muscles to relax and go back to their original homes. I laid down on the table while he worked my shoulder. His face was close, and when I looked up I noticed his eyes were closed, he was concentrating intently and was fully absorbed in what he was doing. I watched him anonymously at first, fascinated.
Do you like your job? I asked, already knowing the answer. He opened his eyes, startled that his machine was talking.
I love it, he said.
I can tell, I told him.
And that night as I told Michael the story, I started to cry because I knew I was in such good hands. I know he will be able to help me.
Most of the exercises and stretches I have to do are timed for 2 minutes long. Have you ever watched a timer for 2-minutes straight while doing something hard? I swear it is actually 45 minutes long. Every time. Time seems to expand and stand still when we are in the middle of something hard. We just have to breath and wait it out until the timer goes off. I promise the timer will always go off.
Watching my boys has showed me that so many things can be taught. So many things can be learned. However, passion doesn't fall under either one of those categories. Passion just is, and always will be. In just two short years of constant Behavior and Speech therapy, schooling and learning and lessons, I can spot the people who are passionate about their jobs in an instant. Those are the individuals I ask to be on Team Greyson and Team Parker.
Through the rubble, I found my passion. It took me about 37 years and much exploration. The Universe was conspiring in my favor the entire time, pointing it's clues in the right direction. Everything happens exactly when it is supposed to and not a second before. I wish I could give you the recipe to find yours. For me to find my passion I had to lose so much fear. The fear of unhappiness. The fear of failure. It was hard for me to get to a place quiet enough to hear my one true voice inside. After my worst fear came true about Greyson, I was no longer afraid to expose myself in writing. My pictures took on new dimensions due to the collision of love and pain . When harnessed, pain creates so much beauty.
And passion changes the world.
Have an amazing weekend.
Every time we get a new like on Facebook we do a little happy dance for two more eyes.
A beautiful post over at Autism Speaks.ReplyDelete
"Everything happens exactly when it is supposed to and not a second before" I couldn't agree more. Isn't God miraculous like that ;)
Love & happiness to you, sweet Momma, Jennifer
This is beautiful. I love your recognition that happiness is a choice, even in the midst of a life that wasn't what you had planned (but more spectacular and nuanced than you ever dreamed of) I love that you're finding your passion for life and leaving the fear of failure behind - such a freeing experience that I'm in the midst of as well. (Must be something about rounding 35 and heading towards 40. Aagh!) I love your ability to REALLY feel, all of those lovely feeling we all wish for and the excrutiatingly painful ones that give us perspective and wisdom. Thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
Okay so I've read all the way through from the start to April 2012 and now I have to go to bed and get some sleep before I can read the rest.ReplyDelete
I don't have a child with superpowers. I don't have children at all. But your blog speaks to me like it speaks to so many others that have 'found' you recently.
You have such a talent with words and with pictures. And your kids are beautiful and amazing.
I found your blog because of your wonderful garbage truck story about Greyson and Frank. I started reading your blog and couldn't stop. I found your "Dear Momma" post and cried real tears that wouldn't stop-I was at work. I shared your blog with "two more eyes", two more eyes that happen to have a beautiful boy with Superpowers. I love your message and will continue to help you spread your words and pictures. Your photography is amazing-which is most likely helped by your gorgeous subjects-Greyson and Parker. I have an eight year old who was born with congenital heart defects. When he was 3 months old, I was sure he was Autistic as well. I remember the worry and fear you describe. And while he has not been diagnosed on the Autism Spectrum, he does have many of the same characteristics of Asperger's. He has his own Superpowers and is amazing as well. Thank you for sharing your journey and spreading happiness. I love what you write. You are very talented and very blessed. Kristen @ One in 1 Hundred.ReplyDelete
I found your blog through your segment on Today last weekend. I am loving it - and loving reading it backwards to learn all about your beautiful family. I am the mother of a 3 year old typical boy and your words are inspiring me to make sure that he is aware - and understanding that different is beautiful. Thank you for sharing your wonderful words and photos!
My cousin told me about your blog and oh my goodness THANK YOU! Thank you for being honest and real. I have twin 4 year old boys who are autistic. I was crying watching the video Greyson and Frank. I hope my husband and I can help you fight the good fight and change the world view for the better!! Many many thanks Sadie