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I told a friend recently that I am Alice and my child is the White Rabbit.  Like Alice, without understanding what was happening, I followed him down the rabbit hole into Wonderland.

Within this land I have discovered the beauty, yes beauty, and wonder that is being a #ParentAdvocate.

Is it easy?  No.

Do I wish things were different?  Yes, from time to time I do, but I would not change who my son is for the whole world.

The path that is before us is blocked with misinterpretations of the law, with denials of FAPE, with the misapplication of accommodations, with lack of understanding of what dyslexia is and a plethora of other ills too numerous to name.

This beast that blocks this path is the Jabberwocky.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves 
      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: 
All mimsy were the borogoves, 
      And the mome raths outgrabe. 

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! 
      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! 
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun 
      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

The puppet masters for the denial we face are the titular Queen of Hearts.  (Interesting side note: In Alice In Wonderland the antagonist is actually named the Queen of Hearts.  The Red Queen does not appear until Through the Looking Glass and is an entirely different character.)

All of the little puppets reading from the script and managing the denials are just her army of cards with no thought or personality of their own, their only wish is to obey their master and keep their heads from being lopped off.

He took his vorpal sword in hand; 
      Long time the manxome foe he sought— 
So rested he by the Tumtum tree 
      And stood awhile in thought. 

And, as in uffish thought he stood, 
      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, 
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, 
      And burbled as it came! 

Like Alice, my #ParentAdvocate journey has been full of twists and turns, of characters both good and bad.  I’ve been ten feet tall with my triumphs and as small as an inch high when things fall apart.  Sometimes I believe (and hope) six impossible things before breakfast and at other times I know and understand the reality with which I am faced.

The vast yet daunting (and sometimes confusing) information before me and the people who tout themselves as experts (when they really are not) is Absolem the smoking Caterpillar since it all just sounds like riddles to me.

The Cheshire Cat taunts me along the way, appearing here and there and everywhere.  Also full of riddles, yet wanting me to succeed, he’s a mystery to me.  Perhaps he’s just my inner voice, the constant babble that is my brain questioning, analyzing, ridiculing, raging, sobbing, etc. as I keep moving forward.  Maybe he’s just the gremlins made into form by my imagination.

Yet always, always I must keep after my White Rabbit.  As a #ParentAdvocate it is critical that I follow him everywhere he goes.  I must slay the Jabberwocky to protect this precious creature I love so much, and I must fend off the foes that come between me and my duty to destroy this monstrous creature.

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

Yet every day I dream a dream that is a perfect Wonderland with no Queen of Hearts, no army and no Jabberwocky.  I work each and every day to make this dream come true.  My beautiful White Rabbit deserves the blood and tears I shed on this perilous road.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Until the Jabberwocky lay slain at our feet, this Alice and her White Rabbit will continue forward.  It is my honor to be the #ParentAdvocate my child needs, until frabjous day come.

(The poem of the Jabberwocky and the characters of Alice in Wonderland are all from the glorious imagination of Lewis Carrol.  Isn’t the poem beautiful?)

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