We had few families over for a BBQ last weekend. I was greeting guests, when I heard a squabble erupt over at the swingset. I walked over to find G and a friend both standing with two hands clamped on the yellow trapeze bar. The friend’s dad was about to intervene, when S stepped in. She looks the friend in the eye and says (in a very calm and kind voice), “I think you should let go and give G a turn. He has autism, and it makes it hard for him to remember how to share. If you give him a turn first, he’ll let you use it next.” It was quite a moment.
June 4, 2012