The Red Kite Project is very difficult to describe to someone who has not already been initiated. My colleagues and I often find ourselves saying, “It’s not traditional theatre, but it’s not therapy. It’s designed specifically for kids on the spectrum…It’s multi-sensory…a theatrical adventure…for kids, but also for their families….” Eventually we all seem to lapse into silence, followed quickly by, “You just have to come be a part of it. Then you’ll get it…you’ll get it.”

I was ushered into the club this past fall, when I started working with Chicago Children’s Theatre as their Education Associate. I had worked as an intern and as an assistant in the company previously, but my past roles weren’t immersed in Red Kite. Now, it became my raison d’etre. We were embarking on Red Kite Round Up, the second full-scale theatrical production for children affected by autism spectrum disorder. This time it would focus on a camping experience, an outdoor adventure where kids could catch fireflies meet some baby birds, and sing campfire songs – all inside Millennium Park during the dead of Chicago’s winter. It was my job to talk to each teacher or caregiver attending and learn a bit about the children that they would be accompanying. Based on those conversations, I should have known then what a transformative experience this was going to be – not just for these children and those who love and care for them – but for me.

Once Red Kite Round Up opened, I was the gatekeeper; the mean old troll in the lobby keeping the kids outside until it was time to go. We created some multi-sensory activities to provide some activities and stimulation beforehand. There, kids could sit in a small tent; listen to a medley of nature sounds or run their hands through water, sand or feathers. It was also where I would learn exactly what Red Kite means.

My lobby was where I met a boy who didn’t want to relinquish his bucket of sand, so we brought it along on the adventure and it became a nest for a baby bird.

My lobby was where I met a boy who could tell me exactly what superpower I would have - if I was a superhero - and who drew a picture of me flexing my muscles as my newfound superhero identity.

My lobby is where I met the best break-dancer I have ever seen.

My lobby is where I witnessed a young girl who, according to her teachers, experienced her first successful field trip.

My lobby is where I would hug parents - some laughing, others crying – all moved at witnessing their children happily singing and dancing.

My lobby is where I met the caregivers whose advocacy skills, tireless spirits, and unwavering love inspired me to reach higher to bring more programming to these kids.

It doesn’t matter quite what The Red Kite Project is, but rather what it means to all of us touched by the kids who participate. We celebrate their choices and their unique abilities. The simple fact that I get to wake up every morning and play with such wonderful kids is a gift. All the grasping at straws aside, at its heart – Red Kite is a glorious haven for children challenged by autism and their families to experience the joys of theatre on their own terms.

And now…I get it.

Julia Beck