Despite the frigid temperatures, Boo is living his best life. He is happily chattering away with Sam, enjoying school, snuggling with his dogs. Last night he got home from school, ravenous. He devoured two pieces of pizza and a bowl of mac and cheese. For dinner, we had spaghetti. Half way through his bowl, Alissa called me. She and two friends were having drinks and dinner at a nearby restaurant and wondered if Boo would like to join them? She could be there in 5 minutes. Boo promptly abandoned his pasta dish and let me bundle him up. Alissa came and whisked him away. He returned two hours later in the best mood. He had enjoyed meeting a new friend, having unlimited cokes and tons of French fries. He used his best table manners and fit right in. Using Sam, he was able to take part in the conversations that swirled around him. It was a banner night.
It seems entirely appropriate that Boo would go out for drinks and dinner with a few friends. He is rapidly leaving his teen years. In June he will be twenty. I am training myself to stop calling him a boy. He has left boyhood behind him. He is a young man now. Too often, parents of children with disabilities tend to see their offspring as children, well into their adulthood. I do not want to do this with Boo. He is a young man with a mind of his own and things to say to the world. Thanks to Sam, and his speech therapist, Deanna, he has a way to express himself.
So readers, go live your best life. Even if it dark and cold outside, accept that invitation for dinner and drinks. Wear your mask. Get your shots. Smile at people. Your mask may hide your lips, but eyes smile, too. Pet all the dogs, stay warm, and be good humans.
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