Incy Wincy spider
climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain…
You all kow that nursery rhyme right? I do it with with Wee Girl, drumming my fingers on her head at ‘Down came the rain’. She does it herself and knows the gestures, tapping her fingers on her head at the right moment.
Yesterday we were walking home when it started to rain, that light British summer drizzle that we all know and love. Wee Girl started tapping her head and I realised what she was doing.
“Oh my god! Wee Girl, is it ‘rain’? Are you telling me it’s raining?”
And she laughed. And jumped up and down. And clapped her hands. Because I’d got it right.
Sometimes there are moments when no matter how hard I try, I cannot remain positive. Times when I’m plagued with worry and concerns for her future, and how she can possibly succeed in a world which is built for neurotypicals. And then there’s the rest of the time, when I remember how far the world has come in the last decade, and how much further it can go in the next.
So I hope for her. Because what else can I do? And I celebrate the little moments like this.
Talking or not, autism or not, day after day she’s learning and making links, and she wants to share what she’s learned with the world.
Incy Wincy, you rock.