Saturday we had a Christmas breakfast at church. After a rough Friday night with Deeds we were on edge a little bit when we got there. Overall Deeds did pretty well. I could tell he’d had enough when he was laying on Magpie and hiding under the table and playing on the iPad.
We went from there to my parents home. Every year we make gingerbread houses on the first Saturday of December. Since it hits as I’m cramming for finals and we are dealing with other things we opted not to bake a house this year to decorate. We were going to just stop by and have lunch before heading home. My sister ended up having little houses for each of the kids to decorate.
I didn’t think Deeds would decorate it but he surprised me and adored decorating the house with my mom. It made me realize that growing up I loved decorating houses every year. It was a tradition I still think back on fondly and I never think about how my mom might not have wanted to make the gingerbread, or other stressful issues that might have been going on. I remember the family spending time together, some years we had friends come too, soup for lunch and decorating for hours. A lot of laughter and even more sugar. I realized that as a mother I need to not assume that my special needs child won’t want to do something and that I should start these traditions with them so they can have the same wonderful memories I have.
Thank you mom, for being so amazing with us growing up. Also thank you for taking the time to sit with my little man and make his day.


























