Last week Lucas went to his best friend's birthday party, it was at one of those bounce house places. The parents had the option of just dropping off the kids, most did but I chose to stay. It isn't because I am a helicopter mom, at least I wouldn't call myself one, it is because I just know.
What do I know? I know my son.
I didn't blog when Lucas was little, I didn't even know what blogging was. I sometimes wonder what my posts would have been like. How many would have been filled with pleas and questions asking for help. Wondering why at 4 months old he would scream until he passed out, wondering why he seemed to have no sense of boundaries and personal space as preschooler; wondering why he couldn't be in a room with people clapping.
I still remember one of his check-ups when his pediatrician asked how he was at making friends and when I started to describe his behaviors he was not at all surprised. He unofficially diagnosed him at the time with Sensory Integration Disorder.
Thankfully me working with him and time has changed him into almost a whole other kid, but he still has his times, his times where ordinary things overwhelm him, times where his very tender heart which he was also blessed with shines through.
Which is why I stayed.
Sure enough, at some point during the party he came running to me in tears, a group of the boys were pushing him every time he made it to the top of the slide, a legitimate reason to be upset but for him it was the end, he wanted to go home, tears sobbing, hardly able to breath.
The other parents went and talked with the boys, a couple came over and apologized.
I slowly and calmly talked with him, he settled down but was still ready to go.
"Okay, just go get your shoes then we will go." I said.
"Why can't you get my shoes?" he asked.
"Because, I think if you just settle down more you will decide you do want to stay."
"Do you want to play some video games?" one of the moms asked him.
"I don't have any quarters." Lucas said.
"I have some if you would like to."
She gave him some quarters and he and her son went to play. While he was there she also bought him a bottle of water and she later recounted the event to me.
She told me the machine was having a hard time accepting the bill.
"Are you getting that for me?" Lucas asked her. "Really you don't have to do that, that's okay, thank you though, but you don't have to do that." he sweetly said.
She said she was so impressed as in her words, 'if it had been my son he would have demanded it and want to know what else I was going to get for him.' She continued on with how impressed she was with how kind and sweet he was.
This was a proud moment. Despite all the tears and earlier drama, the night was able to end on a good note.
With the bad comes the good. It really is how life just is, we just have to keep looking for those proud good moments.
What is your proud mommy moment this week?
P.S. Ten Things to Smile About this month will be on Tuesday! Love to get lots of links as I think we all need to find the good things after this crazy month.