To say that I am tired is an understatement.
Even though Mayor Bee turned 5 on New Year’s Eve – the past weekend was his “birthday weekend”. It started on Saturday with his “bouncy party”. We rented space at a local play area and fulfilled a sensory seeking kid’s dream. Bouncers, slides, all that good stuff. Twenty three of his closest buddies came to run around and get their sillies out.
Yes, that’s right. Twenty three kids came to his party (four didn’t show for one reason or another). We actually invited about forty kids total. Yes, I’m quite right out of my mind that we invited that many.
We invited all the kids that he goes to school with, including his new after school program. There are the buddies from his first ever playgroup (and fellow mom friends). There were friends from his martial arts class. You’ve got siblings of friends. Then there were the classmates from his school last year that we kept in contact. That’s how we ended up inviting so many.
One of the most common myths of individuals on the spectrum is that they are antisocial. I am one to stand here and shout from the mountaintops that this is not the case with my son. No doubt that we have had to clear hurdles regarding socialization and proper behavior techniques. We work on them all.the.time. But there are few people that can look at B and say that he is not a social butterfly.
Ok, sometimes he can be TOO social, a little too “in your space”, and he can still react poorly to something not going his way, but in the overall scheme of things he continues to improve.
In fact, he did get into a little fisticuffs with a schoolmate on one of the slides. But, in a change, he was not the aggressor. In fact, even though he cried, he was able to tell us in a calm manner what happened, and “that it was an accident”. He didn’t retaliate and we let the other parent deal with their son.
I mean, holy moly people this was BIG for B.
Speaking of socialization – many (at least 60%) of the attendees were special needs. Personally, I want the same chances for those kids as much as I want them for B. To be able to go to birthday parties and have a good time. To not be judged if there is a meltdown. Happy to report that everyone had a mighty fine time and B relished in his birthday boy role.
Sunday we had the families together for the “family party”. My parents made the trek from PA and Husband’s family came over. The Redskins even made an appearance (granted it was on the TV, and they lost). More fun and cake ensued. It was a grand ole good time.
Now, we sent the grandparents back to PA and hopefully we can settle back down again. But boy what a weeklong ride for Mayor Bee!