- Giggles when we spin in the lounge room together;
- Your passion for learning, the way you delve in to topics and your joy in sharing your interests with others;
- Big koala cuddles, trusting me to keep you safe when the world is too much;
- The state of zen you reach lying in a huge pile of washing;
- The way you show us your favourite things, holding them out and letting us touch them, wanting us to notice all of their details;
- Carefully placed items across my kitchen floor;
- Your ever-expanding collection of things that help you feel safe and the way you hold them so tightly in your little hands;
- Your intense focus when you’re being creative;
- Your disinterest in the approval of others;
- How you can tune the whole world out and be present in the moment;
- Your happy feet, that jump and dance when your favourite TV show starts;
- The piercing look you give strangers;
- The way you experience the world with all your senses;
- Your memory. Incredible;
- Your eye for small details and for things that are different;
- That way you push your forehead in to mine and close your eyes, and the whole world disappears, it is just ours and our love;
All the things I love about each of you, my children.
All the things I’ve shared with others, who’ve said “my child does that too” and I thought they were denying your neurodivergence. I thought they were afraid of your differences. I was flying my neurodiversity flag and l’ll admit, I felt frustrated and defensive.
But what if “my child does that too” means just that? If all the things I love about you are like all the things other parents love about their children? You just do it in your unique way. As all children do. Common threads of childhood.
My heart softens a little.
Perhaps I can fly my neurodiversity flag and also lower my defences.
My beautiful children, keep sharing your joy with me and I’ll keep sharing our joy in all the things with the world.
Love mummy xxx