According to my son, the Halloween party at school was okay. According to my son’s teacher, she said that my son held it together during the third grade “Harvest Party Rotation” quite well. There were several activities that he opted out of, but when adults asked if he wanted to participate he would answer,
“No, Thank you.”
There were several other times on Halloween that my son said, “No, Thank you.”
When we asked if he wanted to go farther than just around the block.
When we asked if he wanted to tackle the darkest house.
When we asked if he wanted to try to pass out the candy to the visitors.
When a neighbor asked if he wanted more than one piece of candy.
When we asked if he was done playing video games and was ready for bed.
Okay, the last one was an expected response. We should have seen that coming and phrased it differently so he didn’t think he had a choice.
He held it together during the day and the evening, so I expected that today would be the recovery day.
But it wasn’t.
It hasn’t come yet. Do I dare think that the recovery isn’t needed anymore?
The minute that I start to think like that, I will be hit with the tears and frustration and inflexibility.
So right now, I hold my breath.