Richard and I returned from Jerusalem and the icare4autism conference Friday evening. It was so good to see Emma again after being away for an entire week. The three of us spent the weekend in NYC and then flew to Colorado where we were reunited with Nic (whom I haven’t seen in a month) looked after by my doting and wonderful mother. I have at least three hours of recordings from the conference to transcribe. I must write about the conference in greater detail, I have a great deal of work to do for my business, the one that actually brings in money, and I want and need to spend time with my family. I’m tired. That’s what I keep thinking. But there’s more to it than that and I haven’t figured out yet what that exactly means. There’s panic. How am I going to get everything done? But there’s something else, something I haven’t put my finger on yet.
It’s 4 AM (I’ve been up since 3) but you could tell me it was 1 in the afternoon and I’m so turned around I’d just nod my head. So rather than say any more I’ll end with this – a little scene from last night.
Em: Play duck, duck, goose?
Me: Yeah, okay.
Em: With you (points to me) and me (points to herself) and Nicky and Daddy and Granma?
My mother: What’s duck, duck, goose?
Nic: You’ll see.
Everyone sits at the dining room table as Emma stands waiting.
Em: (Going around the table, while placing her hand on each person’s head) Snow. Snow. Snow. Snow.
My mother: Should I do something?
Nic: No Granma. You have to wait. She’ll say something different.
Em: (Grinning, pats Granma on the head) Raining!
Richard: Oh no! Emmy you have to pick someone else, Granma can’t run.
My mother: (Looking horrified) I’m suppose to run?
Me: (Laughing) Yes, you’re suppose to run after her.
Em: (With mischievous grin) Granma run?
Richard: No, Emmy pick someone else, Granma can’t run.
Em: (Continues to go around the table) Snow. Snow. (Puts hand on Richard’s head and hesitates. Then shouts) Raining!
This game continued for several rounds with Emma occasionally directing when things weren’t going as she felt they should.
Em: Okay. Last time for duck, duck, goose.
When she’d finished going around the table, picked someone and after lots of screaming and laughing my mother said, “That was a great game!”
Em: Play again? (Looks around the table grinning) Okay, okay, later. Play duck, duck, goose later. Tomorrow.
It’s good to be home.
Em on the High Line Sunday