Cyberlove. All of the fun. None of the Kleenex.

I have to say thank you tonight to four great people. I’ve not had the pleasure of meeting Nan P, Cathal’s Mammy, Sesame and Hammie, but I know a lot about a little of each of them. In the last week or so they have all separately named Our Jacob as a site that they like, so obviously they’re particularly discerning and highly intelligent individuals.

Initially, being the rejectionist that I am (actually I’m not) I thought ‘Oh, here we go, another piece of shiny bloggerbait.’ (I’m a bit too precious like that sometimes: Stick with the mission, Nick. It’s about Jacob, his difference, his impact, his effect on us, our coping, our adapting, our stress and all the rest of it. That’s the reason why I don’t list any of the other wonderful and nourishing blogs that I read and contribute to on a regular basis. My links are to people or places with special needs relevance or crossover.)

But now I realise something else. The four people who passed this outreach to me are special and, by no small coincidence, they are all very close to people who deal with stuff in ways that the majority of us don’t have to even consider. They share some genes with people who don’t share some other genes with most people. And here we all are, with our special needs on our sometimes turbulent but mostly cheerful ship of specialness, scuttering away across seas of- oh for sweet Jesus’s sake get on with it, windbag!

Kay. I want to say a big thanks to all four of you, for thinking of this journal as something that has relevance for you. I’m glad it does, and yours all certainly do for me. I hope others who read this end up linking and learning. Now on with this chain mail, about which I am absolutely not cynical, Hammie. No, I swear!

Les règles du jeu:

1. The nominated may put the picture on their blogs.
2. Please link to the person who awarded you.
3. Then annoy nominate seven other people and link to them.
4. Leave a message on those people’s blog to make them aware that they’re nominated.

My annoyminees:

South Dublin Dad is Ava Charlotte’s dad and makes me consider important stuff that I hadn’t considered. A good thing.

Wellied on Life ALWAYS has an alternative weather report, and she never fails to stimulate my grey matter.

The Muse. Noah’s dad writes good, and gives me the comfort of strength in numbers. I’m not the only joker in this pack!

Mothering by the seat of my pants. Chris does a lot of wondering aloud. But it’s never idle and it’s usually challenging.

Bock the Robber. I’m giving this to Bock in honour of his long-range opinions and his sublime crankiness. A beautiful award like this will probably add to the latter.

The Voyage. Sharon’s the centurion at the gate, advocating for autism in a beautifully written way. But watch out – she knows kung fu.

Narrow Ridge. Tom, another downsdad, always delights me with his pics and thinks through things before speaking. Clever.

Play the game or some or none of it – all up to you guys. I won’t be offended. I include you all because you’re worth it and you all stay on my Reader, not that I think you’re clever or anything…