James had a fever on Sunday night, so we cancelled school. The next day, he was no longer hot, but was super cuddly. We loved that part! By late morning, James showed signs of bouncing back. AKA: reeking havoc around the house. What should we do? We should get out but it was so foggy and wet. You might take a "normal" kid to the mall or the movies. Who wants to enter a mall this time of year . . . but the movies? James has never gone. Did we dare? Could he sit for that long? Would it be too loud? Too overwhelming? What if some tot cried? Would we be throwing money away?
Too much thinking. It would either work or not. We just went. The 11:10 screening of
The Muppets.
One hour and 38 minutes later, we left the theater. Although it was sunny and over 60 degrees, David and I were numb and shaking. Not from being emotionally beat up, but from shear elation. James
loved the movie. It was perfect. Several times, James was so happy, he couldn't contain himself and he would grab me and kiss me! And a few other times, when we could see him getting bored or antsy, those lovable muppets - as they have been known to do - would break out in song! It was such a memorable day. Unreal even. I am not even sure if the sun did actually shine, or if it was just our utter happiness at our autistic son seeing his first theater movie. It was foggy again by the time we got back to the house. As David put it, when we were falling asleep that night, it seems like a dream.
