Sunday, December 17, 2006
Little Bear, Mama Bear
Sweet M has been moving forward with her reading at what seems like supersonic speed.
Last week she read a book by Maurice Sendak and Else Holmelund Minarik called Little Bear's Picture and made this picture and text summary. Move over Maurice!
One of the many things I learned at Dr. Karen Erickson's conference presentation earlier this month is that learning to read is imperative for our autie kids because once they're able to read, their vocabularies can expand exponentially. What isn't readily accessible to them through an auditory channel can be accessible through vision.
My experimental sample of one seems to prove Dr. Erickson correct. We've been seeing a linguistic explosion around here. It really has seemed super-sonic. And many requests for read-a-loud. Will you read me Ms. Frizzle? Will you read me Sponge Bob's A Very Krusty Crab Christmas?
For me this is a dream come true, as one of my fantasies of motherhood — put aside in the face of the realities of the particular child we conceived — was of reading aloud to my little one. Since I had a mom who wasn't a read-aloud type, one of my compensatory fantasies was of reading bedtime stories to my own little pumpkin. Breastfeeding and reading aloud — two kinds of succor — were central in my pre-motherhood fantasies of maternal life.
It didn't seem it was going to turn out that way. As all the mothers in my mother's support group were contentedly breastfeeding and reading aloud from the Maisy books, I was bottlefeeding Sweet M with Alimentum, the only thing that she wouldn't projectile vomit, and turning on Teletubbies because she'd literally grab any book from my hand and throw it across the room.
What a difference eight years makes.
One of the things the parents of so-called special needs children are told is that "you'll dream new dreams." While I understand that this is meant to be encouraging, I've always found that idea cloying and annoying, as I've commented elsewhere.
Happily for me, in this case new dreams weren't required, just a dramatically expanded timetable, or the patience to wait for Sweet M's own burst of supersonic speed.
As Sweet M put it:
Little Bear was little.
Now Little Bear is big.
And I'd have to add that Mama Bear is thrilled.
Posted by MothersVox at 12/17/2006 09:36:00 AM