I took my sensory seeking son to the park yesterday. How can you spot a sensory seeker in a crowd of five-year-olds at a park? A few things to look for:
1. he’ll be the one climbing to the top of the net/wall thingy fastest. Think spider man. I was just surprised he didn’t climb right over the top
2. he’ll be the one who LEAPS into the cold rushing water of the stream, lying partially submerged and clutching a rock as the water rushes over him, shrieking with delight (yes, those very rocks across the stream in the photo)
3. he’ll be the one who cheers about the chance to drink the usually forbidden Sierra Mist — and who adds mini-marshmallows just to sweeten it up
Did I have a heart attack watching my son leap from rock to rock across the stream? Why yes, yes I did. Several in fact. I even sat with my shoes off, assuming I’d need to jump in and fish him out (I did, but more because he didn’t want to leave the water to get ready to leave). But did any other kid at that park reach out and “suck the marrow out of” each and every moment that day like mine did?
While raising my sensory seeker it constantly amazes me how much *fun* some aspects of it can be. That is, if you can survive your heart stopping a few times a day.