It’s the little things

4 Mar

I have had such a good weekend.

Firstly M had no anxieties about her dancing class, although unfortunately she didn’t actually participate in all of it. But still, no anxieties. Then after a pleasant afternoon I had an evening out with friends at a murder mystery party. Nothing too wild, and I stayed sober due to my pitiful tolerance for alcohol.

On Sunday I had the luxury of a very lazy start due to hubby getting the breakfast for the wee ones, and the novelty of no Sunday School for them. I had a fleeting thought that I fancied a swim, so I quickly checked the leisure centre website, asked hubby if he minded and then asked son no 1 (R) if he would like to go too. As he has missed the last 2 weeks swimming session at his school he was keen. We drove to the pool 17 miles away as he really can’t cope with the nearer one (too many bad memories as the local pool is part of the same complex as his secondary school where it all went horribly wrong for him) and proceeded to have the pool almost to ourselves for an hour.

R is lucky that even with all his sensory issues swimming pools have never bothered him, and we had such a relaxing and fun time. We popped into a supermarket on the way home to grab a drink and a bun (seriously why does swimming more than any other exercise make one so hungry?) and then headed home for a stupendous roast dinner.

R then had to quickly pack his bag for the return to school; he is picked up by taxi at 4 pm. It wasn’t exactly rushed but he didn’t have a lot of spare time.

So, I expect you’re wondering what “little things” I alluded to in the title of this post. Two things in fact; the first was that R came to find me after lunch and thanked me for taking him swimming. And the second? Infinitely more precious. He allowed me to give him a hug. And he hugged me back. A full body squeeze.

R has autism. His diagnosis back in 2009 was Aspergers. He is also 15 years old and lots of teenagers aren’t much into hugs, so this was such a wonderful moment for me. I might not get another hug like that for 5 years, I just don’t know, but the memory of this one will last me for a long time. As I said, it’s the little things that get me.


2 Responses to “It’s the little things”

  1. wrightsportuk March 4, 2013 at 4:03 pm #

    What a lovely story – thanks for sharing

    • ouremuk66 March 4, 2013 at 5:24 pm #

      And thank you for reading and commenting, much appreciated.

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