The first night that Alex and I held hands, we ate at a fondue restaurant. It’s possible I’ve told this story before. Evidently all-you-can-eat fondue and all-you-can-drink wine specials are a good precursor to hooking up. They are also a good precursor to having someone throw up in a water pitcher at the table, but that’s a whole other story.
I bring this up because I’m not sure that I’ve eaten fondue since that night. I know Alex hasn’t. While he didn’t throw up at the table, he did form a strong aversion to liquid cheese after that night due to his own, later, more private regurgitation.
Well, I finally broke my fondue-free spell on Tuesday night, and I have to say, it was both delicious and a lot of fun. The fabulous Jessica of A Parent in Silver Spring hooked up a bunch of bloggers at The Melting Pot, where we gorged ourselves silly.
I almost didn’t go. I was tired, so very tired. It’s entirely possible that I’ve whined ad nauseam about how ridiculously work-slammed I am right now and how it’s giving me a tremendous amount of stress. I may have also mentioned that two of my kids have birthdays this month, causing a whole different level of business. Plus, Quinn had an IEP meeting on Tuesday, qualifying for OT special education services.
I was beat. Really beat. I didn’t want to lose a whole night of working. But I remembered how much fun I always have going out with my friends. Thank God I did too. It totally reinvigorated me. It was exactly what I needed.
I won’t list everyone who was there because I’ll forget someone and then I’ll feel bad. (Read: My mind is a broken sieve and I can barely remember my own name.) If you were there, you know who you are and you should know that you made my week.
I had some terrific conversations there, including at least a couple about autism that highlighted to me that the words I write really do make a difference. I write a lot and it sometimes stresses me out because I barely have time to manage my family and the things I actually get paid for, and most of my online writing, I do not get paid for.
There is a reason I write for free though, and it is this: Stimeyland and AutMont and DC Metro Moms and Hopeful Parents and especially Autism Unexpected? They give me a Voice. And, yes, I really do mean to capitalize Voice, because these platforms allow my voice to become a Voice. And what I say evidently really does reach people.
It turns out that realizing that I can make life a little bit easier for an autism parent or for autistic people who have to live in a non-autistic world is worth more than all the money in the world.
So, thank you, Jessica, for not just a wonderful, relaxing night out, but for a real lesson in the power of blogging. I won’t soon forget it. Even if no one held my hand or threw up in a water pitcher.
Disclosure: I didn’t pay for dinner. That was on The Melting Pot. (I hope. If not, I owe someone some money.) Thanks, Melting Pot!