Thank You, Kind Stranger

(From June 2025)

 I took the boys for haircuts the other day. Ezra just needed a trim, but Avery wanted his long locks shorn into a high and tight. It was quite a shock. 

As I sent minute-to-minute update photos to my two best friends, I got weepy. Too much inside my head, as I sent the photos, there was a third friend I was deeply missing. She should still be here too, I should still be sending photos to her too. 

The salon was busy, and there were quite a few folks watching Avery's transformation. Several noticed my red eyes and attempted to encourage me, thinking I was tearing up because of Avery's massive makeover. 

I let them believe that. They didn't need a trauma dump, and it was just easier.

As I sat down again after the last photos, the woman next to me started talking to me. Gently, kindly, soothingly. She asked questions about my kids, complimented my parenting (if only she'd seen us earlier that morning), and patted my hand. She told me about her grandson--also autistic, homeschooled and Avery's age. She beamed with pride for him, her son and her DIL. 

She kept me talking, never commenting on Avery's hair, never saying, "Oh, it's just hair, Mom!" She was such a calming presence. I don't know if she sensed something bigger in my emotions, or if maybe she also had something bigger going on in her own head, but I'm so grateful she was there.

Jim's wife, I know we live in a small town, but chances are slim we'll ever see each other again--but I hope you know how much you helped me. I'm still thinking about our interaction five days later. 

Thank you for your kindness, for seeing me, for hearing me. Thank you for being love in action.