Immediately pulling into Beth’s Farm Market Brian starts crying from the backseat. I instantly want to melt-down. Come on. Another day that should be fun is going to be stressful and crazy thanks to this thing called autism.
I grudgingly pull myself out of the car and help him get unbuckled all the while trying to coerce him about how much fun we are going to have in the corn maze and on the hayride. He keeps crying. I don’t know what’s wrong. What’s triggered this one?
Corbin runs to the nearest hay pile and I am sad thinking I’m not going to fully enjoy his excitement for our adventure. I’m definitely on the road of feeling sorry for myself.
Then Brian says “Potty?” in the midst of his tears. “Oh, you have to go potty?,” I ask, excited we may actually figure out the root of this one. “Potty! Yes I do!” replies Bri-Guy. We run around the back of the farm to find the bathroom and he does his business and comes out with a smile.
I’m so glad that he is starting to be able to tell me what he needs.
The rest of the day went great. They climbed, jumped, and slid over tons of hay. We got lost in a corn maze and Corbin did his best to scare us. We went on a hay ride- which wasn’t too much of a hit with Brian, but he survived it. We picked out some nearly-perfect pumpkins and had a treat of flavored-honey straws.
It was a great day that everyone fully enjoyed. You really can’t take those for granted.