As my husband has observed me frettin’ and chattin’ and ponderin’ (I’m from the south, can you tell?) over this Orlando shindig I realized why I’m stepping out of my comfort zone and doing something I wouldn’t normally do. Go on a retreat with 60 women I don’t know, from all over, in different life situations (jobs, families, belief systems, etc.). It’s for unconditional acceptance. We all have challenging kids, whether it be one of many initials (RAD, PTSD, OCD, ABCDEFG fill in the blank). What I hope and believe we will find when we walk into the room is automatic, unconditional, glory be hallelujah, acceptance. For many (or most) of us we don’t find it at church, in our extended families, in schools, in our social circle (if any of us still have one of those), in public, in private, wherever. I dare say everything we believe about life, family, love, faith, politics, healthcare, the “system” has been challenged by these precious children entrusted to our care. I don’t know about any of you, but I feel like I won’t have to say a word. We’ve all been THERE. I am so excited not to be judged, or have to explain myself or my kids to anyone. I want to just revel in the acceptance that we are all loved and created for a purpose and that yes, we will get through today, and tomorrow, and beyond that I don’t know. But on that weekend, it won’t matter. Orlando, here I come!