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Boston (part two)

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Alysia overwhelmed by choice at Wagamama

Following on from part one.

We took a cab into the city and wandered around Quincy Market.  We wandered around exploring, then I saw a little shop that sold Christmas tree ornaments.  Now, it might seem a little strange to take Alysia (who is Jewish) to such a place in May, but I had my reasons.  A while ago I wrote a post about collecting ornaments on my travels, and how our tree now represented the alternative journey are family is taking.  So here I was, on a trip to a new place, and needed to commemorate it.  If it weren’t for autism, I wouldn’t have been there.  No matter where in the world we are, every Christmas I’m going to look at my Red Sox ornament on my tree and I’ll remember my amazing day.

It took a while for us some time to find a place for lunch.  The two of us are so used to dealing with our families’ dietary requirements, and sensory issues, we were overwhelmed by possibility.  So used to accommodating the needs of everybody else that we simply couldn’t decide for ourselves.  Eventually we settled for Wagamama, and I might have to wait some time for my husband to forgive me for doing that without him (sorry honey).

Jedi Warriors and a Stormtrooper

After we strolled around some more, when I spied a Stormtrooper.  We simply had to get our photo taken with him.  Not long afterwards, it rained heavily, so we sought refuge indoors with hot chocolate and cake: the fuel of spectrummy mummies, and mommies.  The rain hampered our sight-seeing efforts, but by the time it cleared up it was time to head over to meet The Squashed Mom, our other Hopeful Parent in Boston that day.

Try Defying Gravity with The Squashed Mom

Try Defying Gravity with The Squashed Mom

Like my other friend, Varda was just the same as in her blog, and we all settled down for a much too brief chat over a bottle of wine.  It was so great to be in the company of these ladies who just understand, without explanation.

The same Time that had made me impatient for the day was my enemy once again.  It was time to head to the airport.  It was time to say goodbye, not knowing when or if I’d see them again.  The end of a day I’ll never forget.

A flight, bus, metro journey and taxi cab ride later, and I finally arrived home.  I smiled as I saw our blue porch light shining to welcome me home, knowing that the same blue light was shining at my friend’s house.  For my friends, and all those who light up the path so we know we never walk it alone: thank you, and keep shining on.

Thank you to all the Spectrummy Daddies who let us fly.

Written by Spectrummy Mummy

May 10, 2011 at 8:27 am