I see it in their faces, hear it in their play, watch it in the way they fight over the smallest piece of junk, determined that their need to treasure this particular item is deeper than the other. Then, just as easily, one gives in. One notices the tears of the other. One cares, changes priorities and ‘makes it right’. It doesn’t matter which. For this piece of maturity, this piece of learning of life, they take turns.
I see the parade. The follow the leader, one after the other. Without clothing, rounding corners, in a line, little dances with arms swinging, rambling of words put together for the sheer pleasure of the momentum from their lips. Laughing. Giggles. What comes next?
Games played. Imaginations shared. (Read more of 5 Minutes for Special Needs where I’m posting today—->)
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