For those you haven't had the pleasure, I'd like you to meet my daughter. (By the way, if you haven't met her, where have you been??!!)What you should know about this girl:
She marches to the beat of a different drummer.
She doesn't care what you think about it.
One moment she'll be admiring one classmate's new lip gloss, and in the next moment she is setting up a "playdate" with boys to trade Pokemon character trading cards at the local McDonald's. (She is always surprised when her parents say she can't go.)
She doesn't find it strange that boys like to hang around her and love to talk to her at lunch.
She can't remember where she put her homework, but she can name every character in a movie and every song on her iPod playlist, nor will she forget that you told her on April 10th you would take her to see a movie.
If the name on a board game says Family 7 Mancala, that is what she will call it EVERY TIME - much to her parents' chagrin and annoyance
If it involves dance or art, she's all about it.
You won't ever find her worried about the length of her pants or if she is wearing whatever the rest of girls are wearing.
She does, however, long for a friend to giggle with, paint nails with, dance with, sing with, spend time with.
Academics comes easy, but school is hard.
She has to keep a PDA in her pocket to remember all of her assignments and a white board in her locker to remember what books to take home everyday and what day of the week it is or her mother will find herself waiting outside for a child who is never coming out because she accidentally got on the bus on the wrong day.
You have just met a preteen girl with Asperger's Syndrome.
The light of my life.
The one whom I wouldn't know what do without.
The reason I get up to go to work everyday
- for without my excellent health insurance there would be no therapy
- without my extra pay there would be no dance lessons
The reason I drive frantically around town and out of town
- without those dance lessons and competitions she would not have become the well-rounded child brimming with self confidence that you see above today.
Yes, she still drives me crazy with the incessant talking, but she comes by it honestly as I am not far removed from that gooberific girl chatting inanely about nothing. Together we drive her father blotto.
Friends meet my girl. Maybe she'll drop by and tell you a little more about herself.