Autism Awareness month is making me a little uneasy. I wonder what I'm supposed to do to acknowledge this? Because I live Autism Awareness all the time. People who come into contact with me and my family learn about autism through us. I don't shout at them about cures or about vaccines, I just am and I just talk and I think they get the real story.

I frankly become exhausted by acquaintances who say "I saw Jenny McCarthy on Larry King last night. She said there's a special diet that can cure autism." Yeeeaaaahhhh. Sigh. Or even friends who say "I watched part of Autism: The Musical. Wow- it looked so hard to live with some of those kids." Yeeeaaaahhhh. It's hard to live with any kid on a given day.

I don't know- one of my kids has autism. He needs special education. Certain situations are challenging for him, and thus challenging for the rest of us, his family. I want people to be understanding of that and I'd like the medical community to continue to probe what can be done to make my son's life easier.

But my other children find different situations challenging. I want people to be understanding of them, too. I think if you gathered up all my mommy worry in gallon jugs and measured it, you'd find equal parts of lifetime worry devoted to each of the 3 kids.

Finally, this may seem unrelated, but it just really seems right to me today: the folks found guilty in my jury trial last month have been arrested in an attempt to leave the country. In my world, where few things seem to be cut-and-dried, black-or-white, I just like knowing that these people did wrong, they were found guilty, they are proving their guilt by trying to run away, and they were caught by the good guys. Sometimes a good cops-n-robbers/law-n-order story just really hits the spot.