Emma’s birthday is today, but her birthday party was this past Sunday at an enormous gymnasium here in New York City. She asked that we invite some 18 children, many of whom could not attend, but eleven children did, including Em and her older brother, Nic. Seven of those children were on the spectrum.
When the children began arriving, Emma seemed uninterested and barely acknowledged them. I told myself she was overwhelmed, that just because she asked for all of these things, perhaps once it became reality, she wasn’t sure what to do. I tried to talk myself into a more accepting frame of mind, but if I’m being honest, I had expectations. Expectations that, I realize now, were completely over and beyond what could realistically happen. This isn’t unusual for me and it is something I am trying to become more aware of.
There is a great deal of talk about preparing one’s child for these sorts of events, going over the list of children who will be coming, talking to Emma about what will most likely happen, the various activities they will do, how she will need to wait her turn, how they will do a great many different things, how we will then have food and cupcakes and birthday cake at home later. But there isn’t a great deal of talk about preparing oneself. Frankly, this is where I need to do the most work. I was utterly unprepared for Emma’s unenthusiastic response to all the other children. I was unprepared for her to not only not pay attention to them, but to stand in front of a mirror toward the end of the party and make faces at herself while singing and dancing. When anyone else tried to join her she would turn her back on them or move away. The truth is, I was unprepared for exactly what happened and found myself feeling disappointed. When I step away from all of this and put my emotions aside, after all this was not my party, it was hers, I think Emma had fun. I think she was happy. I think if she could tell us, she would have said her party was exactly what she wanted.
Happy Birthday Dear Emma!
Emma waiting for her turn to jump into the foam pit
In the foam pit
For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism, go to: Emma’s Hope Book