For my family and for my son who is on the spectrum, some of the best lessons we learn are when we are outside and exploring. This picture is from the beach we like to go to that has MANY tide pools to explore but, really, exploring can take place anywhere…the mountains, the desert or just in the backyard as you dig up worms and get your hands in the dirt. What we find is less important than the fact that we are exploring. What’s most important is that we open our mind to the adventure around us.
I do believe classroom learning is important because, for my son especially, rules need to be learned and turn taking needs to be focused on because those lessons often don’t come easily at all. Truly, everything in moderation. You can’t spend all day outside but you can’t spend all day inside either. So, get outside and explore and get dirty and fall down because most lessons are learned in the messes and the surprises that we find along the way.
(I didn’t have a lemonade pic so I am borrowing this gorgeous pic from the “taste and tell blog”. If there are any objections I will happily remove it :). Go to http://www.tasteandtellblog.com for more sweet pics.
We were sitting in a restaurant. Nothing spectacular, nothing special. Just the local favorite place. A table full of family with Nonny and Poppy, me and the kids having a dinner out together. Special for the sake of the three generations seated at one table but, other than that, it was truly just a generic night. I mention this just to remind myself that spectacular moments sneak up when you least expect them.
We were just sitting, waiting for our waitress to take our order when she showed right up and began to pencil in our varied requests. There was a time when I spoke for my oldest son since, with autism, his speech development was extremely delayed. It was always easier, instead of playing interpreter, to just order for him. Happily, as our speech has improved, he is able to speak for himself now and answer questions directly. I believe in giving support when it’s needed but allowing for independence whenever it’s possible. So when the waitress made her way to him, it went like this:
Waitress: What would you like to drink?
My boy: I’ll have a lemonade…with NO NUTS, please.
(Now, mind you and just for clarification’s sake, though this weekend is our nut harvest in the pistachio orchard, we do not serve our lemonade with pistachio nuts in the drink. He was referring, of course, to the lemon seeds.