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.
The Life Autistic 