last friday i took the kids to hangtime utah (the LARGEST indoor trampoline park in the USA)
i like to go big or go home with the kids.
so big that i had 50% coupon to go along with our adventure, then i found an even better coupon and printed that one out leaving the poopy 50% coupon at home.
upon arriving at our destination i see a sign on the door that says my amazing coupon is not good until the following day, so after literally weeks of holding on to coupons, i had no coupon to use and paid full price.
i also forgot the curse of child-bearing mothers and their bladders.
but not for long.
i had to go and buy new clothing because we were heading to the hubby’s friend’s house for dinner directly after jumping my bladder dry.
i thought i had some comfy shorts.
turns out they were tight bike shorts.
i noticed this AFTER i purchased, ripped off tags, and put on tight bike shorts.
guess who showed up, uncomfortably i might add, to a dinner appointment in tight biker shorts?
bike short awesomeness did not happen.
but this is not why i write this post, i write this post about queen.
lately she really wants to be included with kids her own age (15) or any group of girls hanging out.
she tries so hard with her best smiles and hand flapping and giggles to let them know she really likes them.
most of the time they do quite know what to do with her and just kind of smile then turn their backs leaving queen on the outside.
i thought my heart hurt when i learned her diagnosis and had to change all expectations i had for her, but this makes it ache every time i see her try so hard.
on this particular outing i saw queen, once again, attempt to engage a girl.
this girl was about 10 years old (same age as chicka who includes her all time) and i waited for queen to be dismissed.
she was not.
i watched from a little distance as this girl smiled, jumped, did tricks for queen, and talk to her. all the while queen smiled, laughed, watched, hand-flapped and followed her from trampoline to trampoline.
the little girl waved her to keep coming.
i am seriously getting tears in my eyes typing this.
i went up to the little girl after about 20 minutes to thank her so much and tell her that she is the first person in queen’s 15 years to play with her. the little girl asked if she could talk and when i said no she said that was no big deal. i asked Jessica (the little girl) where her mom was and told her mother what an amazing child she was. her mother said she was relieved she was not in trouble again.
to that little girl i would give her anything, she did more within that hour than any kid outside our family has done in 15 years.
for queen, i am grateful she had one afternoon that she was not on the outside trying to get in, but on the inside with someone who acknowledge her for the wonderful person she is.
this is what the moment felt like……breath-taking.