Party!

Last week Pudding had a party to go to. One of those ‘Turning 5, and inviting everyone in the class’ sort of parties. I looked forward to it as a great opportunity to see Pudding in a large group of his peers and watch first hand as he interacted with them. It would also be a chance for me to see how he compares to them.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a party where the kids are expected to sit down and watch a magic show or something. I don’t know if I’d have said yes in that case! There was to be a DJ and bouncy castle and I decided that would be ok. (Though there is always the worry that vigorous bouncing or bumps could damage one or both of his portacaths).

The party ended up pretty much as I expected:

One child didn’t join in most of the games.

One child ran off with the parcel when it was their turn at Pass the Parcel

One child clung to their parent the whole time.

One child sat waiting for the food for ages and then had a tantrum when he was told no more crisps.

One child tried to escape out the door several times.

Can you guess which one of those WASN’T my Pudding?! Yes, the clingy one…he did all the others.

I was that helicopter parent who hovered near her child and sat down for a total of about 10 minutes. It was pretty full on! But at the same time it was kind of brilliant.

It was very apparent how much less understanding and compliant he is than his peers. But after only a few weeks of school, the other children in his class obviously accept him and his ways. Some of the boys were encouraging him to join in with one of their games. Another took it very well when Pudding was very much in her face. I saw him join in the Hokey Cokey for the first time ever and he did actually Pass the Parcel once without help. (We’ll gloss over the running away with it!)

As soon as we arrived he did head straight for the bouncy castle, but thankfully realised that he wasn’t keen when lots of other children were on it. When some of the party games and dancing were on though, he had the chance to bounce by himself. And there were balloons to chase and bubbles to pop so he was a very happy boy.

The birthday girl’s parents even took the time to learn the Makaton sign for ‘Thank you’ when we were leaving.

I did chat a bit with another mum while the kids were eating and I would have loved the chance to get to know some of the other parents too. (Because it’s hard to miss Pudding’s difference I’m sure lots of them know me, so I’m at a disadvantage!) However, I don’t really feel like I missed out. Pudding so obviously enjoyed himself that it was a joy to watch.

I’m afraid that sometimes on this blog I may focus on the negative a little too much – it’s easy to get caught up in that. But every so often I think I may be getting the hang of this ‘living in the moment’ thing. I do have a great little teacher…

Drayton Manor

So so tired today, but it was in a VERY good cause. Namely enjoying ourselves all weekend at Drayton Manor theme park.

The weekend was organised by the MPS IMG_8518Society so we were surrounded by other member families.

It was of course great fun to try out the rides with the boys and eat too much rubbish for a few days, but when I asked Twiglet to guess what my favourite part was, he astutely said ‘spending lots of time with your friends’.

The deal that had been organised was superb value (two nights accommodation and two days pass to the theme park) but the chance to relax and chat with other parents was priceless. No need to let them know how treatment is going, or explain any medical terms.  Age, background, education – all irrelevant when faced with the fellow feeling that comes when talking to another MPS parent.

IMG_8491On the Friday night, there was entertainment laid on for the children – bubble machine, character meet-and-greets, party games, boxes full of Haribo. Needless to say, they were happy as larry, and as a parent it was great to watch knowing that any typical MPS II behaviour would be understood.

Twiglet made firm friends with the brother of another little boy on Pudding’s trial and they leapt all over the dance floor, racing cars and ‘being weird’ together. It’s doubtful that either of them were consciously aware of the bond that being an MPS sibling can bring, but maybe it played a part.

Hubby and I each had an evening down in the bar with the other dads and mums respectively, and in my case I can certainly say that gossip and laughter is a wonderful medicine. Though I may need to apologise to anyone whose room was overlooking our table – we may have been a tad loud. Particularly when we all waved enthusiastically at a man looking out of his window thinking it was one of the husbands.

The sun shone all weekend and neither the IMG_8528wasps nor the queues were as bad as Legoland. Pudding’s smiles when on some of the simple rides in Thomas Land were a joy to see, and there was another proud moment when he learnt to sign ‘train’. I also very much enjoyed taking Twiglet on some of the more adventurous ones when Pudding was back at the hotel having a nap. Lastly, over the weekend I found out that I have a part in another Shakespeare production.

So today life is good. Despite tiredness, despite bickering children and despite scraping the car’s paintwork on our gatepost. Life can be very good!