” You are a little too big to be sitting in there don’t you think?”
So said the elderly woman at Target, with a chuckle and a wink, to my Isla as she sat with her knees grazing her chest in the shopping cart.
I was tired. My body, my spirit, tired. The summer had been so long. I had zero make-up on but I had brushed my teeth, put a cap on to hide my unkept hair and managed sufficient deodorant swipes so I was totally winning the day in my opinion. I was heaving the suburban of all shopping carts around Target (you know, the one with the two large red seats) because apparently, school supplies don’t buy themselves. June and Major sat in the front two seats and Isla was curled up in the actual cart.
Isla giggled. I smiled and said softly, “Yeah. Sometimes autism is a little too big for all of us.”
If I had been more lucid, well-rested, I would have shared more, but the ICEEs were running low and the popcorn was being consumed as if I hadn’t fed my children in three days so momma had to keep moving.
As I drove home all three of my kiddos fell asleep from the heat and the carbs so I pulled over and wrote what was in my heart.
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You are right fellow Target shopper.
Isla is too big.
At 11 years old and 5 feet tall she is too big to be sitting in a shopping cart.
She is too big for me to be brushing her teeth.
She is too big for me to be bathing her rapidly maturing body each evening.
She is too big for me to be wiping her after each bowel movement.
She is too big to be having accidents because she was too distracted for just a few minutes too long to make it to the bathroom.
She is too big to have to be sending extra clothes to school each day.
She is too big to not know her colors or numbers or letters.
She is too big to not be able to read or write.
She is too big to be playing with toddler toys and preferring sippy cups.
She is too big to be eating with her hands.
She is too big to be drooling.
She is too big to be completely unable to function physically when even just slightly tired.
Isla is too big and many times that makes me so sad it physically hurts me.
Your observation was not incorrect Target shopper, but it was incomplete.
There are so many more things in Isla’s life that are too big and rightly so.
Her love for her family, too big.
Her smile, too big.
Her progress in dressing herself and initiating brushing her hair, too big.
Her incredible behavioral improvement in a classroom setting, too big.
Her sense of humor, too big.
Her love for HGTV and Food Network, too big.
Her love for music and the freedom to dance her heart out when EVERYONE is watching, too big.
Her crazy ability to remember a face and the way that person lights up when Isla recognizes them, too big.
Her gift of God’s favor in so much of her life, too big.
Her innocence and no-filter way of seeing right into the heart of people, too big.
Her spirit of a helper, too big.
Her protective presence over her little brother, too big.
Her ability to change and legitimately humble a person like her momma from the inside out, too big.
Her momma’s drive to change the world, *sigh* way too big.
Her life’s impact on a community, too big.
So yeah, Isla is too big. Isla is too big and many times that makes me so joyful it actually brings peace.
Isla is too big of a blessing to focus on the sad and too big of a beauty to not be so freakin’ hopeful for her future.
Now if only I could leave Target next time with a bill that wasn’t TOO BIG.
Dr. Lisa Peña is a coach’s wife and a mom. A busy, busy full-time working mom of three that fiercely loves her family and chocolate chip cookie dough… why lie. She wears way too many hats in her life but would have it no other way. Dr. Peña is an author and passionate public speaker who is also a co-founder for Labeled & Loved.