Last night was my little one’s first sleepover while exciting it didn’t come without its own set of worries. Overload, how to handle any meltdowns, things that any parent worries about, but does their best to make it through for their child’s sake. I am happy to report other than a few head butting times because everything should be just so to a certain little person and her friend, of course, has her own ideas of how to playing works, everything was great!
I laid out a plan and we followed it as well as we possibly could, minus neither of them sleeping until midnight, I don’t care who you are if you are at a sleepover no one sleeps. The morning went off without a hitch as well, Shopkins® were played with again (the latest obsession with kids ten and under I think), breakfast was eaten. Both girls had different breakfasts because one will eat pancakes, the other only toast, but they both love bacon. They baked a cake together and they spent time as best little friends.
Then we went to the spray ground! We met another of my friends and her two boys and the kids all played well together. There were other kids who came and went while ours played and we watched enjoying the day. The spray ground here has a fence around it and parents can sit on a bench and watch or join in, for the most part, the equipment is perfect for kids and they all play well together. The day was perfect and for the most part uneventful, until the lack of sleep started kicking in for the girls, but it was nothing I didn’t expect.
Now why on Earth would I write a blog about how perfect the day was? Why does any of this matter? Well, it matters because the four kids in my story, the little girls ,and the two boys they all have been diagnosed with this or that or are in therapy for one thing or another. If I were to take the cute pictures of the kids I took today and wrote the labels over their heads everyone would be surprised. In these pictures, they look just like kids doing exactly what kids love to do having fun. We talk all the time about raising awareness and this is exactly what I want people to know and see about our kids, they are just that kids. I am not just talking about Autism awareness either because that is not the only diagnosis the four kids have there are multiple labels, but right now I don’t want to discuss labels I want to discuss children. They may have different or weird interests and process the world differently, but they are humans. They are funny, they have the best stories, they are kind and caring, they get whiny and need hugs, and when they are done they are done. That doesn’t mean they are brats, spoiled, or need to be spanked to act right. The beauty of today was that all four of these wonderful kids, one of whom I have the pleasure of raising, were all being themselves. They were being wonderful with the intricate complex minds they were born with, and nothing could have changed the sweetness of these kids today. If anyone wants to be aware of anything may they be aware of how wonderful someone with a different way of seeing and experiencing the world can be. Yes, it can be hard for our kids and for us at times, but in the end days like today are what make the doctors visits, the therapy, the meds, the heartaches and triumphs all worth it.