On our last day of our 4th of July staycation, the whole extended family went out to McDonald’s for breakfast. We chose this for two reasons:
- We’d eaten all the eggs and didn’t have anything prepared for that morning, and
- It had been raining constantly for the last 24 hours and we wanted to get out of the house and go somewhere the kids could play.
So we ended up at Mickey D’s. We deliberately chose the one nearby that doesn’t have video games, so we wouldn’t have to constantly chase the kids away from them.
When we got there, there was only one other family there. A deaf man was there with two cute little toddler girls. We couldn’t tell whether they were hearing or not; they just signed to communicate with their dad. Over the course of breakfast, several other families arrived as well. Towards the end of the meal, Thomas was walking around with a little Hispanic girl that either couldn’t or didn’t speak, and who looked slightly dysmorphic. She was hugging him with a huge smile on her face, and wanting to hold hands as they went around the play area.
It was fairly obvious that she was special-needs of some sort; after Thomas and the girl played together for longer, her mother came over and told us how wonderful she thought Thomas was, as he was “the only child that was ever nice to her”. Even allowing for a bit of maternal exaggeration, we were extremely proud of Thomas for his kindness and tolerance for being hugged and fussed over, even though it was obviously a bit embarrassing for him.
Shortly before we left, another young boy came in with his parent or caregiver. He was an African-American boy who looked to be about Katherine’s age, and he was also either mostly or completely nonverbal. He bounced a lot and hooted, and was approximating some sign language. He had the hugest grin on his face the whole time; it was obvious that he loved being in the Playplace and was having a great time!
So, counting Katherine for our family, there was exactly one couple there who did not have a special-needs child at the Playplace that morning — Robin’s sister and brother-in-law Polly and Rick.
I think before we had Katherine and learned to understand and deal with her autism I would have been really freaked out with that many special-needs kids around. But given where we’re at and what I’ve learned over the past few years, I just enjoyed the fact that everyone was playing together really nicely and having a great time, whether or not they had any disabilities or differences.
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I’ve written quite a bit about Thomas in the past, but you haven’t heard me write much about my daughter Katherine, except in passing. There’s a reason for that. One of the main reasons I stopped writing this blog several years ago, in fact, was because Katherine was diagnosed with autism in 