I used to love the letter “A”. I vividly remember learning to write letters and sentences in the first grade with Mrs. Counts. I can picture her standing at the blackboard writing “Make 3 apples”. I would copy her sentence, carefully making my “A” perfectly and then drawing 3 apples. I loved receiving “A’s” on my report card. They were much more important to me than conduct, which always stated, “needs improvement”! My daughter made straight “A’s” in school, but her conduct was also perfect. I was one lucky mom, but I digress.
I envied the kids whose last names started with “A”. They got to be the first in line for everything! I was always near the end since my last name started with a “T”. Every once in awhile the teacher or coach would reverse the order and start with the letter “Z”, putting me a little closer to the front of the line.
Now that my children are out of school and my son has autism and his dad has Alzheimer’s, “A” no longer has the positive meaning it once had. As a matter of fact, “A” simply sucks at this time in my life. It is Awful, Absolutely Awful! And just as I start to feel sorry for myself, these words come to mind.
1. Airplanes: they saved my son in so many ways in the form of learning, redirecting, entertaining and socializing.
2. Advocacy: it saved me from giving up, but rather speaking up for those who have no voice in society.
3. Admission: we are not perfect and never will be, but that we are all blessed with a gift to make this world a better place.
4. Amen: how my son learned to end his prayers every night when we would say them together and ask God to watch over us and protect our family; how I thank God and how he ends my day and prepares me for another.