Fireworks made me smile tonight.
My six year old son watched them without any issues. Major big thing since previously his sensory issues made the loud "booms" too much. Tonight he smiled, laughed, and enjoyed.
Also, he and his twin sister both lost teeth today; the tooth fairy will be dropping money tonight.
Life is always challenging, but there were more good moments today than bad, and I am grateful....
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And I love your perspective. I have some heart issues and I've learned
to focus on the good while not IGNORING the bad.
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“There are no facts, only interpretations.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche
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We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice
because thorn bushes have roses.” ― Abraham Lincoln
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“Some people see the glass half full. Others see it half
empty. I see a glass that's twice as big as it needs to be.” ― George Carlin
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I wish you and yours many more "good moments" I believe you
will find them... because you can SEE them when they occur.
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I still love fireworks. The bigger the BOOM, the better.
all we knew was that *sometimes* he would freak out about too much noise (like at a concert, or fireworks, or something similar).
In hindsight, everything makes sense -- we had been giving him a low level dose of the micronutrients for most of his life, which were basically helping him (unknown to us) *function* and masking the "root cause" problem. Sometimes, of course, when we weren't "perfect" about making sure the family took their vitamins-and-minerals (it happens), we would have some "really bad days" but they always went away pretty quickly -- and I didn't put the pieces/pattern together until last year - DOH!
Once one of the kids in the Project (#3) had their sensory issues pretty much go away in four months, and I was talking to the mom because my kid had done multiple meltdowns for what appeared to be no reason (and yup, we weren't being good about vitamins-and-minerals that week - doh!), we were able to pinpoint what was happening, then figured out he has a zinc deficiency (blood work!), and then finally got a diagnosis about the "root cause", which we have now been treating -- and just when you think nothing is happening, he watches the fireworks, and the "BOOM" doesn't freak him out.
It feels like a small miracle. We've reached out to the autism folks locally; hopefully they can pull the strings to get it investigated appropriately for their community; they have a high number of sensory issues as part of their problems, and this seems important.
But my boy stared in awe at the exploding colored lights last night, and didn't cover his ears or cry....it was a good night.
The weird part of the whole thing? When the whole neuromuscular / cerebral palsy thing blew up last year with the Neighbor Girl, it didn't occur to me that my family was going to benefit. We were "fine" - my kids aren't in wheelchairs, they are *incredibly* bright, and if my son was a little "sound sensitive" at times, well, he'd probably outgrow it, right? I mean, every kid throws the occasional meltdown, right?
Child #3 joined the Project because he couldn't walk up a flight of stairs without assistance - oh, and he also had sensory issues, but his mom was more concerned about the lack of core strength, which hadn't changed one measurable in two years of physical therapy. At six weeks into the Project he was climbing on the monkey bars (!), at eight weeks he was "graduated" from physical therapy, and by sixteen weeks his sensory issues were so muted his mother was having trouble remembering he had them. Fortunately, when I started talking about some of my son's issues about then, she started saying "my son did that, too!" which led us to putting the pieces together for his issues.
Doh! 
But it blows my mind that if I had "stopped" because "my kids are fine" I never would have stumbled into helping my boy.
I am a very lucky woman.
I will stop now - sorry! Probably TMI. But I am more happy than not, and so grateful....
and on bedrest - wasn't that just last week? Lol!
Getting to see everything "new" through the eyes of my children is my second favorite thing about being a parent.
The first? When they come up, curl up next to me, and whisper "I love you, mommy!" 
They are AWESOME....