Monday, October 19, 2009
I have been told over the last few years that it is wise to use your autie kid's obsessions as a teaching tool.
I nodded and smiled politely, and filed this nugget in a drawer labelled must do that some day, beside other gems like body brushing, swimming lessons and regular foot massages.
All valuable goals to work towards, but all put on a finger so long that they were barely visible on the horizon.
(I have freakishly long fingers...)
...and besides, my son didn't have obsessions (please refrain from laughing at this point, I'm being terribly serious don't you know).
A few days ago I checked to see what Bob was doing, as he was suspiciously quiet and we have two very inviting chimneys in urgent need of exploration. I was relieved (and frankly, surprised) not to find him impersonating a Victorian chimneysweep...and then rather shocked to see him playing with a box of duplo we bought him for his birthday a year and a half ago... the same box of duplo I was considering giving to one of his cousins as it was sadly gathering dust bunnies, weeping and neglected, under a table. If there was ever a need for duplo prozac it was living in our toy room. I felt obliged to remove shoes laces or any dangerous objects from it's immediate vicinity in case it tried to do anything stupid. It was tragic.
So, here was Bob actually building (the irony!), and not only building but putting a Bob figurine through a window, up a slide and under a bridge.
Feathers knocking me down etc etc.
I could barely see Bob through the feathers.
So I plonked my butt on the floor beside him and used the moment to reinforce prepositions, which Teacher had told me they were working on at school. After many "under"s, "over"s "through"s and behind"s (all thanks to his endless fascination with an animated control freak), a drawer in my mental filing cabinet slid open.
I had an A-Ha Moment.
So this was using his obsessions.
And as a sweet double whammy, he may also have saved a depressed box of duplo from flinging itself at the mercy of a Charity Shop and ending it's days in bitter, hand-wringing, abandon.
Well done Bob! Obsessions rock!