Yesterday Eddie (UPS man) delivered a package. Emma took the box and began decorating the inside with stickers. She then drew circles around each sticker.
With a different colored marker she drew a larger circle in the middle of one end, just underneath the circled stickers.
When I got home last night Richard said, “Did you see what Emma did?”
“Yes,” I said, walking past the box without really looking at it.
“Do you know what it is?” he asked.
I bent down to view the box more carefully. “She’s made a pattern with the different colored stickers?”
“It’s her airplane.”
“Really?” My mind began to tick off the greater implications – imaginative play, creative thinking, fine motor dexterity, perhaps an attempt at patterning…
“The stickers are the windows,” Richard told me. “You should have seen her. She got inside of it, put on her seat belt and flew.”
“Wow! How great is that?” I said.
This morning when I went out to help Emma make her breakfast, I pointed to the box. “Hey Em. What’s that?”
Then she proceeded to sit inside of it, buckled her seat belt and pushed the purple colored “button” which evidently “starts” her airplane and began to fly. “Push the button. Go up, up, up and fly!” Emma said. She held onto the box and began shaking it. “Uh-uh-uh! It’s bumpy. You have to be careful. You have to hold on!”
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Up in the sky,” she said, with a tone that seemed to hold a hint of sarcasm, as in – Duh, where do you think? or maybe she was just tired of having to state the obvious.
“Yes, but where will you land?” I pressed.
“No. Up in the sky,” she said.
Because clearly I was missing the point. The destination wasn’t the goal.
For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism, go to: www.Emma’s Hope Book.com