My boys and two neighbor boys are calmly playing Seattleopoly in his room right now. The door is open. No one is yelling. No one is fighting. No one is crying. There is cooperation. There is helping going on. Wow!
It's hard to believe the total shift in emotions he's been through in the last 48 hours. It's gone from crying in despair because he didn't know what was wrong to climbing on top of the van and thinking he's invincible to this. This is perfect. This is what I imagine normal to be like. I like this. A lot. This is his normal self.
I'm glad we still get glimpses of this. I don't know how we'd handle it all if we didn't get these glimpses of normality.
Wishing you a normal day too!