Thursday, September 30, 2010
One of the things I've noticed about having a child with autism is the perspective it tends to give you. You focus on the positives, the little things - the small victories of daily life. Recently, I was in an airport and had the misfortune of observing a mother with a five year old girl. The mother was "reading" with her daughter, but she was incredibly nasty to her. I heard things like, "I just told you that word", "You've got to do better", "Finally - thank you for getting it right". The mother was rolling her eyes and very obviously angry. The little girl was crying because, surprise, this was not much fun for her. It took some self-control for me to not rebuke this person for being so unsupportive to her daughter. I felt badly for the little girl because if this is the kind of person her mother is, she's going to need a lot of counselling.
At least this kid is trying to read. At least she is talking. Does it matter how quickly she is picking it up? Make it fun for her and she'll learn it. Man, what a witch.