As my regular readers know, my youngest son has special needs. He has Autism, MIMD (intellectual disability) and Speech Apraxia. Our lives are saturated in doctor appointments and therapies…. Speech, Music, OT, PT and Hab. On top of all these daily events I also try my best to give him opportunities and chances that other kiddos would have… I think there is nothing more important to any kiddo– special needs or not— than letting them be little…. What I mean is let them just be a kid and participate in activities that other kids do… As parents, we should enjoy every moment of them being little because they will grow up fast enough… My son is 17 but developmentally around 6. Even though he will not grow up in the traditional sense, he will grow up and change from what he is now…. as it should be…. Our children change, grow and become the best they can be. In the meantime, we should cherish every moment– enjoy every memory.
I often see public schools ( we homeschool) offer father/daughter dances or mother/son dances. I was so excited when I saw a flier at our local library for a mother/son dance being sponsored by the town. I showed it to Boo and told him that he and Mama could attend. He loves to get dressed up and was counting the days on the calendar. I told him he could pick a tie to wear and he happily spent an hour picking out a bow tie at the store.
The afternoon of the dance he was so proud to put on what he called his fancy clothes. He takes a stuffed animal ( we call it his lovie ) everywhere we go and this day he choose after great deliberation the raccoon from Guardians of the Galaxy.
He squeezed my hand tightly as we walked into the 1950’s sock hop amongst all the other mamas and sons. His eyes lit up looking at all the decor and he tapped his foot to the sound of old time rock and roll.
We had such a great time! They served us burgers, fries and cupcakes. The kiddos got icecream floats too! Boo loved that they had several sorts of punch and water and he was so proud of himself to be a gentleman and go get Mama a drink.
They had a cute dance floor set up and it filled my heart with joy to see all the mamas and their little boys enjoying the music together. I was impressed that they also had an area away from the music— a separate room—a quiet room — where they had fun activities such as making homemade slime. With Boo’s autism loud noises can be difficult for him sometimes so being able to slip away into the quiet room was a blessing for us.
As I tucked my little boy into bed that night I was filled with gratitude that I had been able to share this memory with him. I’d love to hear from my readers– What is your memory of your first dance?