I don’t know what it is with my oldest daughter, but she finds new ways to amaze me.
We’re all at Cold Stone, about to leave, when she asks:
“Can I go up and ask for a lid?”
I double-taked for a second, since, 1) she’s 3, and 2) she’s willingly volunteering to go talk to strangers.
That’s so foreign to me on The Life Autistic – wanting to talk to people.
It’s not that we hate it; it’s not that we can’t; but that’s definitely outside the scope of our wants — and if we can avoid it, we do.
There’s only so much in the tank that we can spare on a given day.
But oh, not my Mo, who’s somehow becoming an extrovert who gets energy from others.
She goes up and politely asks the workers for a “like it-sized lid,” and after they’re accordingly smitten, they oblige and hand one to her.
Mo runs back.
“That was fun!”
Fun, I thought.
I don’t know what it is with this kid. Maybe she’s not the normal one.
But she gives me hope, a jolt, and a new way of viewing interactions. They may not always feel fun to me, yet someone sees the fun in it. Perhaps my eyes can yet stretch to see it someday.