A Good Day

Today was the middle day of school vacation.  Two days behind us, two more days to go.  RJC has people to hang out with most of this week, but today was a mommy day and it was a good day.  A really good day.  One of those good kind of days that can almost make me forget the bad days.  A day to be cherished.

We met one of RJC's school friends and his mom to go bowling.  They bowled two games together - for the record, she bowled a 100 and a 110 without bumpers.  They fell into a nice routine, both obviously enjoying themselves.  RJC likes to acknowledge every strike and spare.  She "gets" bowling.  Then we went to their favorite restaurant where she ordered for herself but even better...she actually ate.  She didn't play with her food, she didn't waste her food.  She ate her food with obvious enjoyment.  No lunch is complete without ice cream so that topped off the meal and we headed home.

When we got home she wanted to bake "a yellow cake with chocolate frosting in two circle pans."  So she did.  She did everything independently.  She got all of the ingredients out, measured everything correctly, broke the eggs without shells getting into the batter, and used the hand mixer to mix the batter.  She knows that she can't lick the bowl (evil mom that I am) so she happily skipped off to play on the computer while the cake was baking.  Once cooled, she helped me frost the cake then helped herself to the first piece.

A few hours later we were off to Special Olympics track practice where she did quite well.  She didn't need me next to her at every given moment and participated quite nicely.  When we first arrived, she went to take a walk around the track, quite independently.  She really enjoys seeing
her teammates and the coaches so it was a nice way to spend an hour.  She broke her personal record for the Long Jump.  The weather was decent too!

Next stop - grocery store.  Another favorite activity.  This was a quick stop but she made sure to grab the pizza that she loves.  We came home and she made herself quite comfortable while she munched her dinner. 

So, it was a good day.  Nothing big happened, but our good days are when the ordinary happens and it goes well.  It's a lack of anxiety, limited yelling, and obvious contentment.  It's enjoying the people she's with, participating in activities she likes, and (like the rest of the world) enjoying a meal or two.  What's really cool is that when these days occur I really, really appreciate them.  It does not escape me that other people would find a day like today to be...mundane.  Just another day in the year.  But us?  Oh no.  It was a good day.  And good days are to be cherished.