Who buys toy pots or pans to let their child bang away on? Who doesn’t stop her child from tearing up the cable TV guide? Who delights in her child making a mess of the toys or joyfully playing with food? Who? Me. Yes, that’s right. I delight in these “little” things.
I am a mom of a non-verbal child with dwarfism. So any normal things my son can do, indeed, delights me.
For my son’s eleventh birthday we bought a toy pot and pan set hoping he would use it. Would this mean he would make lots of loud noise? Hopefully. And we are okay with it. Absolutely. Bring on the ear plugs.
We suspected he would bang away since he had pulled the pots and pans out of our kitchen cabinet drawers. And, just as we hoped, he took to the play set right away. His face lit up in a broad grin when he heard the metal meet our stone veneer floor. Where are those ear plugs? This “normal” milestone in our home brings me joy.
I delight in my son achieving self-play. Where he is mesmerized by books or toys and he can independently play for hours. I know I did as a child. He does self-play consistently, using the iPad. He can play Elmo video’s for hours. He even laughs at some of the videos. Another piece of normal in our home.
I heard my son say “more” the other day. And I had a witness, his school teacher. We dropped our mouths in awe and clapped at his delightful achievement. In March, I heard him say “Mama” and even caught the event on video. Proud mommy moment for sure.
But, I have not heard him say either word since. So far his favorite word is “baby.” Except he thinks, it means he gets more cereal. Hey, if it works for him. We’re delighted he says a word clearly. The meaning will hopefully come later.
At eleven years old, my son is not running down the hallway, opening the door and escaping to play in our yard. He did; however, of his own accord, somehow open the sliding glass door and roll himself out onto the patio. Managing to make his way to the patio screen door, he got frustrated because he couldn’t open it. Instead, he yelped out loud. Hearing his call, I leapt into to action and rescued him from his frustration.
I brought him back into the air conditioning and shook my head with a smile. He did something most kids do, explore. Glimpses of normal, make me rejoice.
The other day, I saw my son tear the cable TV guide in two. I was so happy to see him do something a boy does; I let him do it. Yes, it may be a bit destructive, but I have a second guide, so I didn’t mind. I let my son do things because he CAN do them. In some households, this may not be normal. But, we are tickled to see him work these things out. In his own timing and in his own way. So, in our house, Samuel’s way is his normal.
Are you a special needs mom? What is “normal” in your household? Comment below, I read each one.