June 4 - 2009
Last evening DH and I are settling into watch Medium (a show where a psychic finds suspects by dreams)
DH and I always castigate the show.
Me from a Feminist standpoint (how come the only crime show where the woman is the main protagonist, is one where she catches criminals, not by her brains but by her "feminine intuition" )
DH from a lack of logic from the spirits ( if the dead people spirits want her to find the suspect why do they not tell her the whole story in the first dream- why do it in installments? ).Additionally her family is always on the brink of some crisis or another which provides plenty of opportunities for joint eye rolls.
Despite our low opinion, we DVR and watch it every Wednesday over ginger tea and popcorn after I get back from work.
And enjoy ourselves tremendously.
But yesterday evening its not to be
The new swimming pool( if you can call it that ) is beckoning like a beacon to R
Swib !! he says
Its starting to rain heavily.
But we pretty much say no to nothing for R
( the two things that we say no to are -bad manners or bad for R – that is it- we say no to nothing else. "Following the child's lead " is a Floortime Principle that has pervaded every part of our life )
And of course I can never ignore purposeful communication
So we go out to the pool in the rain
And play all our games.
I must pick him up and swing him according to the chants of an rhyme ( Zip Zap Zoop –right side together – left side together – a rhyme my niece taught me on a train journey once 8 years ago. My dog had died recently and my niece -only 4 – was trying to cheer me up – I have adapted it to Floortime purposes and R loves it )
I am sure he will be fed up with the rain after he is done with the pool and we are both soaking wet
But its not to be
He insists – "Siduh Huduh"( Swing me a 100 times )
By this time we are wetter than fish and I have given up trying to avoid getting too wet.
So after swinging I agree resignedly, when he says "Jumpuh jumpuh jumpuh "
We get on the trampoline which is wet and slick .
Jump higher and higher
Rain has made a little pool in the center of the trampoline and the water jumps up in rhythm with us.
We go on like this for almost a half hour
Interrupted only by the thunder and R's giggles and squeals of "Hyduh "( higher)
This dance in the half light of a dark sky feels like magic
If it is all about not waiting for the rain to pass but learning to dance in it.
Then surely this lovely life has brought me both