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I used to live in New York, on the upper Eastside in a tiny studio apartment. Every morning around 8 a.m., I would, inevitably, find myself crushed and sweaty in the throng of others fighting and shoving in the name of commerce to get on the subway to get to their jobs to earn their money to pay their own outlandishly high rent on their tiny apartment. But once, just once, it was worth it. Because I saw Duckie. You know, Jon Cryer from Pretty in Pink, whom I refuse to acknowledge in Two and a Half Men. He will always be the boy in the newsroom hat and round sunglasses, loving Molly Ringwald from afar. My Duckie was reading a paperback and waiting for the 7 train. The wait was long. I had plenty of time to watch and wonder if it would ruin his morning to be gently accosted by a hyperventilating fan. He got on the 7. I let the moment pass and watched Duckie ride out of my life forever. It was just too much, you see? To have him there, out of my head and in real life, was like an implosion in the space-time continuum. Reality had stumbled and I was my adolescent self again. It took me a minute to fall back into adulthood and breathe normally. That’s the closest I can get to wrapping my head around what happens to my son when he tries to meet his character heroes in real life. It’s just too much. It’s a head trip in the least fun way imaginable.

That’s why I’m stalking the Caring Bunny this Easter. He’s the sensory-friendly Easter bunny that Autism Speaks and Noerr Programs Corporation teamed up to create in order to give kids with special needs a chance to breathe easier around the big bunny himself. He’s their approachable Jon Cryer. He’ll be in malls all across America on April 2nd waving and offering high fives or hugs and soft greetings. He’ll be the one in the wire-rim glasses and muted colors who will let you approach without hurry and without fear. He will wait as long as you need.

I’ve already looked up the locations in our state and Google-mapped our route. And on the eve of this Easter visit, I will set it all up in our pre-game pep talk by reading him the Autism Speaks teaching story. I will let him know there will be a line he might have to wait in, but there will also be games and books and crafts so it won’t be too bad. I will let him know that he can get his picture taken, but he doesn’t have to because it’s his visit his way. I will make a special point to emphasize that when he finally gets to the end of that line, he can, as the story goes, “give him a hug or a high five, but only if [he] want[s] to. [He] can also just wave.” I will show him the pictures of other kids doing just that so he can have a chance to get familiar and excited before the big day and so that there will be no surprises, no hassled helpers, no shoving line, no rushing bunnies already eyeing the next kid behind.

For parents out there who are already deep-breathing into paper bags at the thought of traumatizing their kids with this next holiday visit, I hope you’ll give the Caring Bunny a chance to make amends for all the other Donny Darko versions, all the other angry santas, all the other scary princesses. This one might just be your Pretty in Pink re-write.

Find more details and locations of where the sensory-friendly bunny is visiting on the Autism Speaks website.

Jamie Sumner

Jamie Sumner is the author of the middle-grade novel, Roll with It. Her second and third middle-grade novels with Atheneum Books for Young Readers will be coming out in 2020 and 2021. She is also the author of the nonfiction book on motherhood, Unboundand the forthcoming bookEat, Sleep, Save the Worldfor parents of children with special needs. She is also mom to a son with cerebral palsy and she writes and speaks about disability in literature. She loves stories that celebrate the grit and beauty in all kids. She and her family live in Nashville, Tennessee. Connect with her at Jamie-Sumner.com   

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