So This Is Christmas
As I enjoy the quiet of satisfied children sleeping after an exhausting day, I ponder the odd feeling that it just doesn’t seem like Christmas.
As I enjoy the quiet of satisfied children sleeping after an exhausting day, I ponder the odd feeling that it just doesn’t seem like Christmas.
It’s becoming a successful focus now, to encourage the passions/obsessions of those on the Autism Spectrum. So I ask: why can’t we do something similar for all children?
Fortunately, his universal obsession of trains and public transport is easy to satisfy anywhere in the world. Unfortunately it means that public transport journeys become a non-negotiable part of any trip.
He really hasn’t been sick this year, not like he once was. It’s something quite special to notice how wonderfully healthy he is.
While I was relieved that Chip went to school, acting as a model student, and NOT treating his friends or teachers like this, it was heartbreaking to be met with his condensed anger every afternoon, often having experienced it on the way to school as well.
I’m spending time with actual physical presence of others, which is really good for the soul, partially because your body releases different positive chemicals when you interact with a person in physical space, even if you don’t touch. It’s also good because the type of feedback you get from others when you are physically with them is different.