Tuesday, October 16, 2012
The boy who could
We went to a festival on the weekend, one that had lots of games for kids. There were these really cool giant plastic balls kids could get inside and roll around in.
Sabrina decided to give it a go. She let Max in with her, only he had trouble keeping his balance. When I pulled him out, he decided to help push Sabrina around, which I'm sure deeply satisfied him in many ways.
When Sabrina's turn was done, Max immediately ran over to an empty ball and started pushing it around.
Max wasn't dispirited that he hadn't been able to roll inside. He just knew to find a way to have fun.
This is one of the kajillion things I adore about Max, this determination to do. It's something that may be hard to understand unless you are the parent of a child with special needs:
Our kids do many of the same things so-called "typical" kids do—they just do them in their own way.
It doesn't mean our kids have less fun than other kids.
It doesn't mean our kids are missing out.
It doesn't mean our kids enjoy life less.
It's just how they roll.