I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member
~ Groucho Marx
Driving back from the Cape on Saturday afternoon, Luau pointed out an Autism Awareness magnet on the back of a car up ahead. As we passed by, I gave the driver a probably overly enthusiastic smile. He likely wondered why I was either flirting with him or simply giving him the crazy lady grin, but it quickly became obvious. As we passed, he saw the matching magnet on the back of our car. He gave a quick honk of acknowledgment and I reached out the window with a wave.
Luau said, “Well, that was nice,” and glanced over at me with a smile.
I tried to return the smile, but hot tears had already begun to stream down my face. While his glass was obviously half full, mine had just spilled and broken. It was just one of those moments.
“C’mon, hon,” he said eagerly, “that was good. Awareness, acknowledgment, support. All good.”
And all I could think was, Oh yeah, all good. Welcome to the club you’d never want to be a member of. Freakin great.
My mind was racing. There are a lot of clubs I would have like to have belonged to throughout my life. A country club – now that would be nice. A tennis club maybe, or a field club. Hell, I don’t have a boat, but if I did, a yacht club sure would be swell.
But a club whose members are connected by their children’s challenges? By their pain? By knowing that their kids have a trying road ahead? Not so much.
Luau looked at me, somewhat deflated; accepting the inevitable. “I’m guessing you can write a post about this somehow.”
Oh, honey, I thought, sometimes they just write themselves.