We went home for the Katy railroad Memorial Day celebration this weekend. The kids have the greatest time. There are lots of rides, carnival food, a petting zoo, and tons of railroad themed events. Best of all there is homemade root beer. The girls look forward to the root beer all year long and I listen to all the plans for how many refills they are going to get for at least three days prior to the big event.
While this is great fun for the whole family, for me it generally either meant keeping my ASD son home or chasing him all over the park only to escort a screaming meltdown back to the car an hour later.
The kids are older this year and our boy is doing so well my husband felt ambitious and decided to take them all while I would meet them there a little later.
I was a bit apprehensive but figured hey what the heck, go for it.
When my mom and I got there we walked around searching for the family. We saw crowds of people, brightly colored tents, noise and activity bustled all around us. Children were lined up waiting for face paintings, clowns making balloon animals, and bounce house activities of all kinds.
Finally we spotted my husband among the other happy parents celebrating the holiday. Standing there… alone? Ok, he let the other kids go off to peruse the goodies of their choice, but what about our ASD kiddo?
Me: “Hun, where’s our son?” (with a puzzled look on my face)
DH: “He’s over there.”
ME: “Where?” (I say frantically scanning the area)
DH: “Over there waiting his turn.”
That is when my eyes landed on a little mop headed boy waiting in line with all the other children for his turn on the……. on the….. heck I don’t remember what he was waiting in line for. It really didn’t matter. He was patiently waiting, standing, hot, sweaty, red-faced from all the previous activities he had already enjoyed and ginning from ear to ear.
This year we all had fun!
(Especially this mother’s heart. Thank you AC