The TACA Tribe…
By Lisa Ackerman
Note: this blog posted in August 2011 it’s my favorite “super mom” story. In honor of Mother’s Day I wanted to re-share and thank my TACA friends for all the hard work they do for their kids. I’m proud of you. Happy Mothers Day to you.
Early in my autism journey I found a story – a bit of folklore that describes many TACA families. I know that tribal folklore always has a message meant to inspire and active the human soul. This is my favorite:
Two tribes lived side by side. They were separated by a mountain and a valley. The two tribes deeply believed in the spirits protecting their tribes and believed they were forbidden to cross the imaginary lines separating their tribes.
Because of their fear of the spirits in charge, valley tribe members never went up the mountain and mountain tribe members never walked to the valley. To violate this rule was unthinkable.
One night, a valley tribe baby escaped from the safety of his tent and crawled up the mountain. The valley tribe members were distraught and frantic looking for the child. They scoured the valley for the lost child but it never occurred to them to venture up the mountain in their search. They could not cross the forbidden line.
Giving up, the valley tribe members began to commiserate the loss of the child. The baby’s mother however, walked past the wailing tribe, climbed up the mountain, and recovered her child.
On the way back to the village a tribe member asked the mother “Your baby was gone forever and you brought him back!! How were you brave enough to go search the mountains when you know it is forbidden? I could never do that!”
The mother simply replied “It wasn’t your baby.”
Nothing encapsulates the autism journey better than this centuries-old tale. This beautiful story describes how a family will fight every day to bring their child back.
I marvel at the families that fight. I consider mine one of these families – out to do the best job we can do. My motivation for the job varies though. On some days, I want to hide under a rock and daydream about what my life would be if I waved my magic fairy wand and my child was autism-free. Luckily, most days I have the courage to storm the mountain like the valley mother in the story, and recover my child from the challenges of that day.
Today I am fighting not only to bring Jeff back to the tribe. I am fighting for your child too.
Please honor a super mom here in the comments and thank her for being part of your tribe 🙂