Read or listen
On Tuesdays, Riley has music therapy at the Cleveland Music School Settlement. This has become a special time for Seth and I. We head to the lounge on the second floor, and I give him $0.35. He goes to the vending machine and procures himself a small pack of Juicy Fruit.
He offers me a piece, pops one into his own mouth, and we sit together on a sofa, hunkering down for 45 minutes of reading Indiana Jones together. We’ve made it through Raiders of the Lost Ark, and Temple of Doom, and we’re now half way through Last Crusade. Indy and his father are trapped, tied to a chair. When the room goes up in flames, Seth’s eyes go wide.
When Indy poses as a ticket taker on a huge aircraft, slugs the bad guy, then turns to find the rest of the passengers intimidated and waving their tickets, Seth chuckles. There is a lot of humor in these stories and Seth gets every punch line. However, nothing is more funny to him than when his mother misreads “German soldiers” as “German shoulders.” I don’t mean to do it, but I swear it happens every time.
I used to feel guilty about dragging Seth to all of Riley’s therapies and appointments, but not anymore. These are some of the best one-on-ones we have. Reading, laughing, connecting, looking each other in the eye, chomping Juicy Fruit.
Seth and his mom.
We’ll always have German shoulders.