Today I played with photo effects while Tyoma watched Japanese videos. The pics were taken by Papa Sasha during their visit on “Science Sunday” Tyoma is building a fan/amplifier creation
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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.
I have been hearing this for five straight days. Continue reading
Sunday, my son told me his dream.
“Mama. I had a dream about circles. There were little teeny ones for babies and bigger ones for little tots. There was a middle-sized circle for you Mama, and all the middle-aged people. There was a large sized circle for full-sized people, like grandma and grandpa.”
“Do you know what, Mama? Do you know what the biggest circle of all was? The one for dead people.”
One snowy day in March, my son hatched a sinister plan. He decided to invent a game so irritating that I would quit parenting and feed him leftover Valentine’s candy nonstop.