Last weekend, Tyoma made his own “Communication Board.”
At first, I was not sure what he was up to. He prints out Boardmaker stories so often, I tune out his babbling and printing.
He requested a ruler and poster board. I am no stranger to giant ruled calendars. I retrieved his supplies cheerfully. He looked so cute with the marker and ruler that I took a picture.
I doodled as he drew, jumped, and talked to himself.
He got my attention, however, when he asked for the scissors. Last time T asked for scissors, he discretely ventilated the crotch of his pajamas. Now, I supervise scissor time very closely.
After Tyoma cut out his pink grid, I whisked the scissors away. We laminated and velcroed the icons he printed.
Finally he announced that he needed a hammer and some nails.
“What for?” I asked.
“To put up my schedule so I’m not silly in the morning. I don’t want to be silly.”
I am not a tearful person, but I was overcome. I finally understood that he spent the entire morning building something to help him navigate the world.
He had walked me through all the steps, but I did not recognize his goal. I felt saddened by my lack of insight and understanding.
My son is a little jewel, struggling with sensory sensitivities but blessed with the desire to help himself . In his heart, he yearns to be a good boy. Let no one label him otherwise.