This last Sunday was, of course, Mother's Day. After a leisurely morning we headed off down the road to the Evergreen Aviation Museum near McMinnville . It's where they keep the famed Spruce Goose, which may yet be the largest airplane to ever fly. Certainly the largest wooden one. It's really huge. Aaron went BANANAS in all his
Mildly Autistic six year old Glory. Besides seeming frantic to see/hear/do EVERYTHING. AT. ONCE. he really enjoyed himself. He was, at times, as frustrated with my direction as I was with his apparent lack of attention to directives(I know, it's part of his thing). I did my best to kid wrangle in as good a combination of tolerance and effectiveness as could. It was definitely a balancing act.
Ginny, bless her heart, was typically mellow and tolerant towards both of us and our usual fray of wills and wants. I think she was just glad to get out of the house and be with her "boys" somewhere different.
In the end, it's the memories, greatly if not exclusively happy, that count for all of us I think.