Snippets and Sparks
Because I'm prepping the role of Penelope in the Odyssey; guess I should try to get in some sleep at some point (just wrote on Care2.com about sleep as a "feminist issue"); am trying to get a hold on some financial and other issues for our Greece trip since my college's Study Aboard director is now gone, and……went on a late night diner date with Jim.
And because, in the midst of tough days and sweet ones, Charlie's been learning some little significant things.
I keep writing about all these walks we take around the neighborhood. These are mostly parent-(i.e., Jim and me) initiated. Charlie has started to request to "take a walk" on his own when we get out of the car and before entering the house; he's least likely to do so when it's lunch or dinner time and we've just gone to get groceries.
Monday morning he awoke at 6.15am and, after I'd made coffee, I wrote
- white car
on a piece of paper and showed it to him. "No take a walk," said Charlie. He walked into the living room and got his parka off a chair. "Take a walk."
So we did. Jim got himself ready while Charlie and I were out, I got ready when we got back and while Charlie loaded his things in the car, and Jim and Charlie dropped me off at the train station and drove off to Charlie's school. When it got noisy in his classroom, Charlie (his teacher wrote) requested to take walks and these were always honored.
I added it all up in my head: Seems like Charlie really understanding, and implementing, that:
- noise (especially crying or the sounds of a fellow student in distress) makes him anxious and uncomfortable
- he feels on the verge of being anxious and uncomfortable, and therefore liable to "have behaviors
- he'd better get himself somewhere else
- he can ask to go somewhere else
- he asks
- he gets out of the room before he feels overly anxious and uncomfortable and ends up not "having behaviors" and walks back into his classroom when things are quieter and the day proceeds without incident for him.
And perhaps Charlie's been applying all this to home, and knows that, when he's "on the verge" here, or at least feeling "on edge," he needs to get himself out and motoring?
I guess that a bit more than a snippet! So #2 will be brief and it might ring of "what's the big deal?". But I was tickled pink, nonetheless. We'd gone, with my mom, to get gas last night. After filling the tank, the gas station attendant slipped me my credit card through the car window which was open a couple of inches. But I missed catching the card and it fell under my seat. I kept reaching for and gave up, figuring it was certainly inside the car and I could get it at home.
My mom noticed Charlie rustling about the car floor and then saying "give Mom, give."
And, altogether unasked, he handed me the credit card.
Little sparks of learning, I do love you.