No………….it is NOT a typo, you read correctly, it is called Perfect Moment Monday. Yes……………..I know it is TUESDAY but I thought about my perfect moment on Monday………………..if that counts? However, life got a little in the way on Monday and now, here I am, writing from my own personal time machine. So, Dear Reader, please humor me and play along. Please and thank you!
As has been said, “The best things in life aren’t things at all.” They can’t be bought, wrapped and put under a tree. At times they appear in what you believe to be the mundane of your life. Not at all in those moments marketed to be perfect.
Case in point, the child, who shall remain nameless, that looks at disappointment at his gifts on Christmas Morning when he realizes you really meant he was getting that rated M for mature game. I had already sent my own letter to Santa, was my reply. Sad child, frustrated parent, not so perfect.
I did not have high expectations of Thanksgiving either. When you have lost a family member, no matter the age, you struggle through the day to not be filled with grief and longing for your loved one. This was especially tough since our Precious Madeline’s anniversary is in November and we were struggling so with this 2 year milestone.
However, for her Brothers, we knew we must pull something together and present the makings of a holiday. Possibly complete with a new tradition. Shake it up a bit and give all of us something to anticipate. Something with potential for fun. So that’s what we did. With “four” boys in our home who love history, we headed to Gettysburg the day after Thanksgiving. Excitement abounded……………for The Brothers, as we were going to stay in a hotel WITH a pool. Not something we do much of so they were pretty happy.
Of course, hotel life and all looks good……………….. on paper. Actually having The Brothers together in confining quarters is a different story. Paper………………. not as pretty. We did get a little front room with a pull out sleeper and t.v., etc. Best idea Captain Daddy ever had. Despite our suite, after the car drive and some museum time, The Brothers weren’t really feeling “Brotherly Love.” If my ears didn’t deceive me disparaging remarks were flying under their breaths.
Particularly difficult is managing some of Johnny’s autistic behaviors on the road. Being away can stir up a great deal of anxiety. And Brother being “good” brothers…………….they don’t always display much sympathy and there is a lot of OMG STOP IT, JUST STOP IT. (By all concerned)
So where, you may be thinking, was there any perfect moments in THIS SCENARIO. Like I said before…………….it came out of nowhere, when I was expecting the fists to start flying I discovered this……………….
Things got quiet, so I walked into the suite (cracks me up to call it that) to see if they had left and what to my astonished eyes did I see? The Big Brother and Johnny, the MOST unlikely pair, lying side by side on the bed, with their legs touching…..yes, touching………….. and then I noticed their hands. Their hands were pressed together in that way of comparing and then it happened, their fingers locked together. What an absolute perfect sight for my sad eyes. My heart filled to see Big Brother and Johnny sharing this time, albeit brief, when they were at peace and all was right in our little life for that Perfect Moment.