I pull up to our mailbox and am met by 2 little boys on bikes; Victor and Chase. They live in our neighbourhood and are out enjoying the nearly 80 degree temperatures. Everyone feels good when the temps start heading into the 70’s and 80’s after winter.
Victor greets me:
“Hi, what’s your name? You live right there right? I know your son. Well, both of them. Do you ever go to Tory’s? My Mom works there. Where are your sons? Can you send them out to play?”
I tell him that once I get inside I will see what they are doing and I’ll let him know. Chase, who is only 7, assures me that it’s OK for me to send them out, because he’s old enough to take care of them. It makes me laugh. Kids are the best.
Even though he had already showered and was already pajama’d, Ace was all in. Jay thought the hassle of changing clothes and then re-showering was not worth it so he opted to stay inside.
Ace, now back in the clothes he had worn to school, grabbed his scooter and off he went.
Shaunie and I enjoyed our own version of the nice weather. Dinner in the kitchen with the door open, cold beers and a quiet house.
After some time, Ace came in to say that the boys had decided to eat their dinners outside together. At this point, Jay was half way through his own dinner, but as it turns out, eating outside > changing clothes and taking 2 showers, so he too, lost the pj’s, grabbed a scooter, his plate, his cup and was out the door in a flash.
*When did we get to the point where I could allow Jay to go outside and play without any adult supervision? No, seriously. Who are we?*
Despite the major shake up in the routine with the eating outside and the other boys still outside hanging out, while we were upstairs we heard Jay come inside. He had come back to wash his plate and cup. Because that’s what they do. They eat, and then they wash their dishes. And well … Autism.
Ace did not come home to wash his dishes and in fact, we realized later that night when they were already asleep that he never brought his stuff home at all. So our neighbours probably have a plastic plate and a cup sitting on their front grass right now. Because, well … ADHD.
THIS is what I like. Simple, happy, days. This is the life I want for my boys. I love to see them this way.
Lucky for me, they all made a plan to meet up again this evening to have some more fun.