Monday, November 23, 2009
Twists On The Path
I phoned my sister Ann, who lives in Shakespeare country, but she was working but I ended up having a lovely chat with my beautiful 18 year old niece Hannah.
Now, before you all die of shock...I know I just don't look old enough to have a grown-up niece, and we could pass for sisters and all that (if anyone as much as sniggers I'll track you down make you listen to Barry Manilow while I poodle perm your hair), Hannah was born 2 months before I met James and she is extra special as we almost feel she is OUR baby.
Hannah has a fab brother, who is a mere 15 months younger than her (my eyes water at the thought), who is autistic.
I couldn't talk to her too long, as my OWN autie kid (autism is the new black don't you know dahling?) demonstrated intense jealousy of the phone and insisted that "BYE BYE" was the appropriate course of action.
While chatting to my lovely niece, I was stunned by her grace and maturity in the face of adversity. There is no questioning that her childhood was not typical, and was far from trouble free...and yet she has grown into a mature, adaptable woman who is as full of love and acceptance as she is pragmatic and ambitious.
If my own neuro-typical kids grow into the beautiful (on the inside as well as the outside) souls that that my niece is, I will be a very happy mammy.
Parents of autie kids take heart...it seems their siblings, as well as themselves, grow into pretty damn amazing people.
Posted by Jean at 1:38 AM