Friday, July 10, 2009

One way i'm proud of my daughter

i have a three year old and for those of you who have heard of the terrible twos, the reason you haven't heard anything about three year olds is that people can't say it without cursing. My little bug has been really good at being three, she could make a career out of it and i sometimes would gladly sign a contract to sell her to some agency or studio.
However, this summer i was lucky enough to score a job working with my ten year old autistic nephew. N, as i will call him, has a very severe form and cannot talk, among other things, and so it is very hard to communicate. My little bug has had a hard time figuring out how to deal with N's physical way of communicating. Most people do, he hits and scratches when he is upset, or excited, or tired. My little bug started out just dealing with it, but that quickly got old so she started hitting back. Then she went a little on the aggressive and would wind up and swing at the slightest movement towards her so we had to nip that in the bud. So now when he gets that way she will simply grab onto the offending hand, or both if he is really going at her, and gently lead him to me so he can sign sorry to her. i was thrilled at her problem solving and the sweet way that she dealt with the situation. I wish i could take credit for it, but she long ago proved that she is beyond my bounds of teaching.

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