There are many people on Team Max enabling his physical and cognitive abilities. And then there are the people who've cropped up to enhance his levels of joy. In recent months, people have sent Max a real firefighter hat (thanks, Morris!); firefighter caps (thanks, Sally!); firefighter shirts (thanks, Sondra!); a firefighter drawing (thanks, Chloe!) and firefighter patches (thanks, Justin). And if I've unintentionally left anyone out, THANKS. It takes a village to nourish a child's obsession. Seriously, I've been touched by the people who want to make Max happy. And that makes me all kinds of happy, too.
|Sabrina, Grandma Tina, Uncle Steve and my sis, Aunt Judy, did all the set-up—including hanging a photo of Max and his favorite firefighter, Angelo|
|Aunt Judy and Uncle Steve in the requisite party hats|
The hit of the party: Flying Wish Paper. They're these little squares that resemble tissue paper; you write a wish on them, crumble them, open them up, roll them around a finger, light them on fire and then they rocket up. Supposedly they are safe to use indoors, though maybe not if you are a hoarder.
Afterward, everyone had pizza. The kids did a little dancing, and made a train around the room. Then we broke out the cake, fit for an aspiring firefighter.
|At first the Carvel lady wasn't sure she'd be able to fit the entire message, but....|
|Yep, I found a fire truck piñata|
|The guys taped the sign we made onto the truck, with the same message that was on the cake (in case anyone had forgotten from five minutes before): "I want to be a fireman when I grow up."|
|The kids took turns "driving" the truck|
Then Firefighter Angelo suggested that Max do an "inspection" of the truck and walk around it. Perched on the back was a big box. Inside was a real firefighter jacket with "Fireman Max" imprinted on the back, firefighter pants with suspenders, a firefighter hat with a visor, firefighter boots and a yellow firefighter flashlight. Max was so dazzled he was dazed.
|He's official now|
As if all THAT wasn't enough, Firefighter Angelo knows how much Max loves the ladder part of the truck, so he went up in it as everyone watched in awe.
|Max helped lower the ladder down|
I thanked the firefighters again and again. Max thanked them and gave fist bumps and hugs. We drove home. Only the goodness wasn't over just yet. Grandpa Phil broke out his gift. He knows a higher-up at the Fire Department of New York and told him about Max. That man put out a call to fire stations around the city for badges; he collected sixty.
|I think they'd look cool on a quilt. Anybody sew?!|
|The jacket has its own honorary kitchen chair|