The Boy is with his Mum this weekend. When I picked him up from school on Friday he'd made a card for her. He also had a carrier bag that he threw in the back of the car and said it was a secret for Mum.
We'd planned his present some weeks ago. We'd been to the cinema, and on our way in we walked past Chiquitos. And outside was a big sign "MUM'S EAT FREE for Mother's Day". So, that was where The Boy decided you went for Mother's Day.
On Friday afternoon we booked the restaurant in his name. We checked the menu out online. It was planned down to the last detail. Table booked Sunday March 10th 12.30pm. He would have to have an adult meal to qualify for the offer. Chicken fajitas for £12.95. Mum would have the same. I tried to explain that she might like to pick for herself. No. Chicken fajitas. He would have J20 Orange and Passionfruit. £2.75. Mum would have the same. I tried to explain that she might like to pick for her... No. J20 Orange and Passionfruit. No desserts - he didn't want to be there forever as he wanted to get home to play Minecraft.
And when he left on Friday with his restaurant booking confirmation and £20 in an envelope he seemed more grown up than ever. And I couldn't help but hope and dream that one day that would be a date he'd be going on. With a lovely caring, understanding girl who loves fajitas, J20, repetitive conversation and survival mode. One day...
Oh, the secret present in the back of the car? It was what every Mum wants for Mother's Day. It was a carrier bag of soil, with an empty plant pot sitting on top and a snapped daffodil next to it. What else says I love you?
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.