Friday will mark the end of O’s time in preschool. He will graduate. This means that he has conquered, sometimes with resistance, all the language, social, motor and academic challenges that he has encountered within the last two years.
He has made so much progress. He now willingly and proficiently rides a bicycle, plays in the dirt and mud, participates in dress up, and interacts adequately with his teachers and friends.
Despite all these success, he still tells me daily that he doesn’t like school. That school is scary. He seems uncertain and uncomfortable when I drop him off, although his teacher assures me that he participates with confidence during the day. I know that he is not in danger and that he needs this experience, which are the only things that enable me to walk out the door each time. …continue reading
This weekend, our local fairgrounds hosted a series of events billed as “Gearhead Grandslam.” I was excited to see that Saturday evening featured a demolition derby. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that attending one was on my bucket list, but I have thought it would be a fun thing to do someday. Since the venue was so close to home and the timing was right, my husband and I decided to take our four-year-old son, too.
Philip is a sensory seeker. Not only does he crash and cuddle for proprioceptive input or stand on his head for vestibular input, he seeks out interesting visual and auditory experiences. A demolition derby seemed like a potential smorgasbord for the senses. On the other hand, Philip is autistic. It is a definite balancing act to provide him access to the sights and sounds he needs without letting him get overwhelmed.
Saturday was hot. It was still a toasty eighty degrees at 5:00 pm when we took our seats in the grandstand to await the start of the derby. I was glad that we found seats in the front row. Philip perched between my husband and me, but eventually opted to stand as we waited.
At 5:30 pm, organizers finally announced that the event would not begin for another half hour. As you can imagine, my husband and I were quite frustrated that the event was delayed. Not only we were sweating from the humidity, we were concerned about how Philip would handle the continuing delay. However, Philip was the most patient of the three of us. He probably wondered why we were sitting in this strange place in the heat, but he managed to keep himself entertained by looking around and playing with a rubber band. …continue reading