Another mom? With a kid like mine? Someone to talk to? A potential friend?
Dear readers, let me explain the social life of a mother with a young child with special needs. It is easy to sum up: There isn't one.
So now here I was, with a phone number in my hand. I dialed. She answered. We made small talk. She invited me to her house so we could meet, face to face. I was in the backyard with Miss J while I was talking to her and took down her address with a piece of chalk because I didn't have a pen. I wrote on the concrete patio and it had rained later that day, erasing the address. I called her for the address again.
She told her daughter, Miss A. all about Miss. J. I told Miss J. that she would soon go play with Miss. A. My M and her son L were too young to understand the significance of their meeting, but we mothers held enough excitement for both of them.
The day of the blind date arrived. I pulled up to K's house and Miss. A was standing on the front steps, jumping up and down saying, "You're here! You're here! You're finally here!" As I was struggling to free M from the car seat, Miss J bolted out of the car and over to Miss A. The girls ran in the front door, through the house and out the back door to Miss. A's backyard and up into her playhouse.
"Umm...hi. I'm S...and that blur that just ran through your house was Miss J. And this is M."
We sat in the shade of a tree in her backyard with our boys on that hot summer day, sipping iced tea and getting acquainted. We discovered we had much in common. Conversation flowed easily. There was comfort. We understood each other. No explanations were needed.
Another get together was planned. Then another. And another. Before long our families were spending weekends together or planning mini vacations together. We began spending Easter and Christmas together. New family traditions were born.
This bond, this amazing friendship, helped save me. It brought me back out again. It reconnected me to the world again. I relaxed, I laughed. I had FUN.
Miss J and Miss A share that special bond as well. The girls are quite different. Miss. J is outgoing, fearless, free spirited, impulsive, silly. Miss A is articulate, serious, conscientious, calm. They give each other balance. Each has what the other needs.
Perhaps it was some Divine intervention bringing this family to ours. Perhaps this journey with M had caused me to be more aware and more appreciative of the value of true friendship. Perhaps I was in a place where I was ready to be open to receiving friendship.
However it came to be, they are in my life. For that, I am forever grateful.