Weston survived his first middle school dance. Pheeeewwww.
I am very proud of my son. But not for the reasons you might expect!
Yes, I am proud that a pretty older 8th grade girl asked my son to dance with her and her friends.
Sure, I am proud that he said "yes" and danced happily with these girls.
But what I am the most proud of is the simple fact that Weston knew when it was time to come home.
He became very over heated by his dancing exposee. By this time of night, all of Weston's ADHD meds have left his system. This medication purge is necessary so that it is possible for him to sleep. Unfortunately, it also leaves him very vulnerable to improper bursts of impulsivity. His mood is disturbed by things like loud noises and over heating. Typically, in the past, he has just lashed out at others during these times and alienated himself by exhibiting this bizarre behavior. This year at school, however, he has been working closely with his new aide to learn the skill of self advocacy. Knowing when to ask for help or when to remove himself from uncomfortable situations.
Last night, Weston, removed himself from the dance before he acted improperly. And although he only spent 45 minutes at the dance, it was a very good 45 minutes. And for that I am the most proud.
Dad was waiting patiently in the parking lot and was there to whisk Weston home when he was ready.
"I don't understand?" I asked.
Pete very patiently explained to me how Weston had determined on his own, that he had had enough. He was tired and could not stay at the dance any longer.
"I'm sorry Weston," I said. "I am glad you had a good time and more importantly I am glad you knew when you needed to come home."
He relaxed, said he was sorry too, and sat in the living room to watch tv with Dad, needing some quiet time to regroup and calm his emotions before going to bed.
It wasn't until this morning, that I was able to carefully extract tiny bits and pieces of his adventures at the dance. Of course, not all at once...but carefully timing my questions at long intervals apart.
I did manage to discover that Weston's new friends were sad when he announced he was leaving the dance. Leaving a social situation on a positive note is a healthy "first" for Weston.
Yes, today he is feeling happy and secure. He seems to be walking a little lighter and taller and smiling a lot more.
I am very proud of my son.