She walked the entire length of the zoo. She was running, skipping, prancing and doing this stimmy feet dragging thing she does. It was bugging me because she was getting out of control and prone to tripping often. Which is not the end of the world, but the concrete at the zoo is particularly good at ripping jeans.
After I told her many times to slow down and walk nicely she looked at me and said No, no no and pinched my mouth.
I realized that I was annoying her as much as she was annoying me. I also realized that I was trying to get her to act normal.
So I found places where she could run. But when we were walking around the zoo looking at the exhibits l insisted she go slowly but let her skip and shuffle to her heart’s content.
She was so happy, she smiled and laughed and talked (some of which I actually understood) and had a great time.
I read this post Quiet Hands today. Our ABA therapists don’t use those terms. But it made me think that I need to consider what it is that I am asking R. to do or not to do. As a parent sometimes it is hard to know when to draw the line. I’m so grateful that she is starting to tell me in her own way when I’m being controlling.