Oh My Goodness….She’s 18!
My oldest granddaughter is now 18. This is a case of “I remember”! I remember the day you were born. Grandpa and I drove to Seattle to celebrate your birth—before you were born. Standing around the hospital hallways, we were with your other grandparents. It was quite a party! Occasionally your Dad would peek his head out of your Mom’s room, give a report, and go back to be with her. We waited and waited. All of us now joke that you liked your warm and cozy home, and there was certainly no need to hurry into the cold, cold world! And take your time, you did!
As Grandpa was walking down the hallway he heard your first cry. Of course, Grandpa cried. It was the beginning Allie….beginning of how we loved you. From the beginning you were beautiful. We were not prejudiced….you have always been beautiful. Now you are tall, thin and blond. Pretty smile, lovely blue eyes.
In hindsight, all of us wish we could have identified who you were much more quickly. Autism is one of the cruelest conditions for so many children. And yet, in spite of your handicap, you are happy and cheerful. You like a quiet, controlled environment. Maybe there is a part of me that deeply understands you. I don’t like social interaction, need everything around me in order, and my brain doesn’t function as well when there are too many things going on at once. The other part of you, darling Allie, is how smart you are. If there is anything to learn about science, the universe, or space….you have read it, and retained it. Then repeat it verbatim! We marvel at how you think.
Allie, while you lived with us we learned so much about you and other autistic children. We have read all the books, talked with every counselor and teacher. Every teacher loves you. Your achievements are exciting. We loved to see you do well in school. Math and Science….a snap! We watched you thrill at good grades, and agonize at low scores. You learned how to organize and arrive on time. Well, it was always a challenge to get you out of the shower. Some things may never change…I was sure your Dad would never figure that one out!
Our greatest joy is when you voluntarily give us a hug. We know you love us. I believe, with all my heart, that someday you will find yourself. The world is waiting for you and your special skill. Allie, we have always loved you as our granddaughter, but we love you as a special joy to our lives. I pray God’s protective hand will always be on you, guiding you to Him.