Raising little Westies, and life as parent of a special needs son
Living by moments
Our son seems to not really have the concept of sequence nailed down really all that well. While he might know that events happen in a sequence, telling him anything beyond the event that is happening next seems to make the day worse, not better. Talk about going to the shops – he will be off getting the shoes on to go. Don’t worry that it’s 10am and you were talking about going at 4pm. Yet he does know that to go to the shops, certain things happen in order: you have to have clothes on. You have to have socks and shoes on. HE has to get into the car, and put his seat-belt on (without any help at all thank you very much). “Someone (else)” has to opent the gate, and Mum or Dad have to be ready to drive the car. SOON dammit!
And so it is with bike-riding. If anyone mentions the word “bike” when he would rather be riding his bike than staying at home, well, they had better be ready to take him for a bike ride.
So that’s what happend just after lunch today. On the spur of the moment we went from chillin’ at home (because school is tomorrow) – to all of us having to go for a bike-ride.
At least the bees left me alone today.