How was your weekend?
We watched a lot of hockey in my house (I know, stop me if you’ve heard that one before) with five playoff games on Saturday and three more on Sunday.
Saturday was a beautiful day, so we juggled watching hockey around playing outside and taking part in an elementary school fundraiser. But once the puck dropped at 3 p.m., we were all focused on the games. With all of our teams — Caps (me), Devils (Riley) and Sharks (Ryan) — scheduled to play, this was to be a big day.
The Caps started things with a stunning, thrilling 4-3 win over Boston, giving Washington a 3-2 lead in the best-of-seven series. Unfortunately, that was the highlight of the day. In the next game, the Devils lost to Florida to go down 3-2 in their series, but the worst was yet to come. Ryan’s Sharks, facing elimination in Game 5 in St. Louis, held a 1-0 third-period lead after Ryan had gone to bed. But one bad minute turned a 1-0 lead into a 2-1 deficit and eventual elimination.
Veronica and I lamented the end of the Sharks’ season and worried how Ryan would react in the morning. He had said he wouldn’t be too upset because the Sharks only made the playoffs in the season’s final week. Still, we held our breath and listened for a reaction when he woke up Sunday morning and went to check the score. True to his word, he took it well. He was disappointed but not angry and seemed willing to go about his day without incident.
Sunday dawned cool and rainy, with the forecast calling for a total washout.
Following the Caps’ win on Saturday, Veronica and I joked about taking a spontaneous trip to Washington on Sunday, where the Caps and Bruins would play Game 6 that afternoon. We live only four hours away and have made several trips to see the Caps play in recent years. The idea was never seriously discussed, though I of course spent time on StubHub checking out ticket prices and went so far as to reach out to a friend who works for the team.
Riley would have been up for the trip. Had Ryan been on board, we might well have spent much of Sunday in the car. But when we floated the idea at breakfast, he was not having it. It’s not that he has an aversion to car trips, he’s actually quite good despite the lack of stimulation.
What Ryan was not having was spontaneity — which I suspect will surprise exactly no one that knows a child on the autism spectrum.
His day was already planned out, and it did not involve a lengthy car trip — even if the payoff would have been the chance to see one of his favorite teams have the opportunity to close out a playoff series in person. He started lining up his reasons.
“I have a science test!”
He does have a science test. It’s open note. He knows the material cold. Besides, we offered, he’d have plenty of time in the car to study.
“I won’t have a computer in the car!”
Now he was getting closer to the real issue. Spending the day traveling to and from Washington would have eliminated his opportunity to type NHL standings on his computer. It’s one of his activities that we struggle to regulate. It’s something he loves to do, but the more time he spends doing it, the more difficult it is for him to disengage and interact with the rest of the family.
As I said, we were never really serious about the idea, but had Ryan and Riley both wanted to go, it’s quite possible we would have piled in the car and headed south.
Spontaneity, at least not in a big-ticket manner like an unplanned day trip, simply is not something that works for our family. Ryan puts up fierce resistance to any unscheduled activity — even if its one he typically enjoys.
It’s among the many areas of his behavior that we have to figure out how often to push and how much to allow him to just be him.
In this case, it meant no trip to D.C. Just as well since the Bruins won in overtime Sunday, sending the series back to Boston for Game 7.
We’ll be watching that one, from home. I’ve already put it on Ryan’s calendar.