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So for about 30 minutes yesterday I forgot there was a pandemic.
We were out picking up necessities and 3YO saw a park and angrily pointed out the window.
This is the toughest part (personally). Trying to explain to 3YO that we can't. She sobbed silently in the back seat. I felt awful.
This is the toughest part (personally). Trying to explain to 3YO that we can't. She sobbed silently in the back seat. I felt awful.
We got home and my wife and 6YO went in. I plopped 3YO on the driveway.
Tricycle or back yard?
She squeeled and off we ran to the backyard.
Tricycle or back yard?
She squeeled and off we ran to the backyard.
She immediately went to my arch enemy the trampoline. I have the knees of a 90 year old man but I accept because she's the cutest 3YO, non verbal austistic girl that has ever walked the face of the earth.
We hold hands as if we had done it a million times and jump. The park and the tears are long forgotten.
Jump
Jump
Jump
Hey baba. Wanna go higher?
She raises her arms.
Jump
Jump
Jump
Hey baba. Wanna go higher?
She raises her arms.
I pick her up and jump. Big, irresponsible jumps. Should not be jumping this way with my knees and holding a child jumps.
Her wild curly hair bounced. She closed her eyes and faced up towards the first April sunshine.
I could tell. This was not jumping. This was flight.
Her wild curly hair bounced. She closed her eyes and faced up towards the first April sunshine.
I could tell. This was not jumping. This was flight.
We would fly for a few more minutes. Then we'd bounce hand in hand and pretend to fall. We stared up at blue sky and she signed that she was hungry.
We went in, holding hands, and got a snack.
It was a perfect half hour.
We went in, holding hands, and got a snack.
It was a perfect half hour.
Anyway. That's my #AutismAwarenessDay story.
