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Monday, November 9, 2015
In honor of my seventh blog anniversary, Max went to a Jets game
So technically, Max didn't choose to celebrate the seventh anniversary of this blog by going to a Jets game yesterday. But it was a great gift for both of us.
Max was five when I started writing Love That Max. Back then, he had major sensory issues. Eating in a restaurant would make him screech. He would barely walk into the door of a birthday party held at a bowling alley or kid gym. We couldn't take him to museums, movies or shows, let alone a sports event.
We were all lucky: As time passed, Max got past a lot of his noise and crowd issues and his fear of the unknown. I don't think it's anything we did for him, per se, although we never stopped trying to introduce him to new places and experiences. Noise-reducing headphones came in handy. I'm betting a lot of it has had to do with his brain's continued healing from the stroke, along with maturity. As Max's cognition and curiosity has improved, he's more driven to try new things and push past sensory challenges.
This year Max and Dave started watching Sunday Night Football. I'd connected with the NFL a few years ago when they were raising awareness about preventing concussions; this week a contact offered me tickets for a suite. YES PLEASE. I stayed home with the baby and Dave took Max and Sabrina.
It used to be that when we'd drive by the stadium Max would vigorously shake his head at it just so we were completely clear he didn't want to go there. But when I told him we got tickets to see the Jets, he was so excited that all week long he practiced his chant: "Jets! Jets! Jets!"
What I especially appreciated was that while Dave was psyched to go with Max (and just psyched to go, period), this wasn't some big dad win for him. He's never been one to mourn that, until recently, he didn't have a son who was into watching sports, or who could play them in the usual way.
Dave kept texting me from the game; Sabrina and Max were having the time of their lives. And that made me seriously happy. A progress score like this, seven years into writing the blog? Love that Max.
Posted by Ellen Seidman at 6:36 AM