Sharon Kay Edwards, in a post titled “The Most Beautiful Ruined Moment” recounts her vacation at Hollywood Studios with her autistic son by penning a letter to a kind, noble Jedi Master. This story made me tear up.
Josiah, look at me, please. Look at me. Good. Listen to me. Are your ears on? Good. That lady is going to ask you how old you are. Do you know how old you are? Eight! That’s right! Now, you HAVE talk to her, OK? I mean it, sweetie. When she talks to you, you talk back, or she won’t let you fight Darth Vader.” He never gave any sign of recognition, but I hoped that he understood. We’ve been working on appropriate conversation skills for months now, and I was counting on that therapy to kick in high gear for him in this moment.
It’s our turn! Here we go.
“Hello and good morning!” Said a bright and cheery Disney cast member to Josiah. (They are ALL bright and cheery.) “Are you ready to battle the Dark Side?”
“Yes.” Josiah mumbled.
Oh my God! He talked to her!
“Good! We need brave Jedis like you. How old are you?”
Josiah hesitated. She asked him again. I was about to answer for him when he said, “I eight.”
“Eight. That’s great! Now, can you follow directions?”
Josiah blinked at her.
“If I told you to raise your hands, what would you…Good!”
Josiah had risen his hands up high before she finished her question.
Because of this miracle of a “conversation” we were able to secure two spots for both of our kids in the 8:00 show. (our daughter decided she wanted to be a Jedi too) Perfect! This is going to be something they’ll remember their entire life!
See if you can read the whole thing without crying. Beautiful and heart-warming.