And he actually did well! Not that I was thinking he wouldn't do well but...he does have a hard time with new unfamiliar people and places. However when you are as spoiled as he was during the stay at Jill's House, there is not much fussing to be done.
- the swing - a special swing that the wheelchair can load on to
- the music room - he does love music
- the pool - he loved the pool and of coursed fussed when they took him out. he wanted more!
- And of course being outside, pushed around, which he would let anyone do for him for hours.
I went to pick Brayden up (Carter and Luke at basketball, Jeremy on his way to Alberta) and was so excited to see him. This was the first time for him to be away from his family and I just wanted to get my hands on him. They wheeled him out and I swear he looked bigger, more grown up. And (kind of to my surprise) he was very content and comfortable. As he heard my voice, his face became puzzled, trying to make sense of it all.
I loaded him in the car and we headed for home.
We pulled out of the parking lot and the tears finally came. I was a bundled of nerves all weekend but no tears until that moment.
I have these moments where it is like I take a step back and realize that this is our life. That I have a son like Brayden, that we are the people using Jill's House and we just left him for an entire weekend...what a big deal all of this is. I was overwhelmed with finally seeing him, for what seemed like much longer than the weekend. Overwhelmed that he actually did it. Overwhelmed that he can go to Jill's House. Overwhelmed with joy that he even has this opportunity. I was so happy for him, so proud of him.
We are planning for future weekends, hopefully becoming a regular.
Now ask who was more of a mess this weekend Jeremy or I...