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Son-Rise in Action

Life • August 14th, 2010

To give you a sense of what goes on in the romper room, I’ll share a few moments from a Son-Rise session Joaquin and I had this week. In the previous days, we had spent a lot of time around the blackboard and a piece of paper, writing down numbers he would dictate to me. He’ll give me a piece of chalk or a crayon and say a number, very often avoiding eye contact. The activity is an ism because, although it is not exclusive, it is repetitive and inflexible. It’s progress, because it involves me. So, rather than imitating (which is what I’d do if he was tuning me out), my way of joining is playing the small part he wants me to play with energy excitement and enthusiasm, until a time when he gives me a “green light”, meaning a moment where it feels like he’s open to something out of his ism. At that point, I’ll try to change it just a little bit by introducing something different.

Joaquin's numbers ism

So I had spent about three fun days doing this with him, and during those days I really enjoyed it while my heart was full of love and awe for this strange tiny creature who adores numbers this much. My attitude must have been right on because I felt great, and every morning, Joaquin could not wait to get us in the room to play. But on the fourth day, I felt like I needed a change of pace… I had started preparing a game many days earlier, and that night decided to finish it and introduce it next day.

The goal of the game is to encourage the use of more than one word. So beginning with your child’s motivation in mind, you prepare several options of a single thing, and present them to him. Numbers being his biggest passion, I crafted five options for each number using different shapes, sizes, colors, and patterns. Joaquin knows the colors, shapes, and “big” and “small”, and I thought it would be fun to introduce some new concepts. Most likely, he’d ask for a number, so my job was to encourage him to qualify his request with one more word.

First Son-Rise game

Time to play!

Here’s a video of us playing the game for the second time. Notice that his first request is great: “Three! Big circle!”. He had learned something… The first time we played the game he was very frustrated by not getting his pieces as soon as he simply said the corresponding number. So initially I played it a little easier for him, letting him have them as soon as he said a second word, just to get him to understand the idea. On this second time we played, I started getting a little tougher, eventually insisting on a two-word request before giving him the piece. This pushed him to the point of using crying to get me to cooperate, and while I could tell he was challenged by my requests, his motivation to get the numbers was strong enough to get him to stretch himself to “grow” out of his normal ways.


Nice but dumb

When children cry and whine to get what they want, the usual adult response is to run and please them so the tantrum stops. This simply reinforces the idea that crying and whining are very effective ways of communication. So in Son-Rise, we attempt to communicate the opposite message by granting things very fast and enthusiastically when language is used as a request, and becoming slow and a little dumb when crying is the main way of communication.

We don’t want to ignore crying because our children are making an effort to communicate even through this less desired way, so we want to acknowledge any way of communication by always being loving and helpful; we just become a little slow, so in the end they understand that they get things much faster when they use words. Moments like these are not easy for me — witnessing his desperation while stopping myself from helping him immediately is a little taxing. Here’s one of those moments:


Inspiring to grow

When children are motivated and interacting, it’s the time to challenge them to grow. So far, I’ve done very little of this — perhaps because Joaquin’s interactive attention span is short; perhaps because sometimes I don’t know what to do. Anyway, during this game I came up with a completely unplanned idea that not only changed the game a little bit (good to keep it going and to encourage flexibility), but also gave me a chance to request something new from him.

This is a way how Joaquin’s autism is evident: Most of the time, he does not respond to requests. “Give me your cup so I can pour more juice for you” or things like that go completely ignored. So during this game, by his request, I started singing a song he adores… “One elephant was swinging on a spider web… Because he was light enough, he went to invite another elephant”. And you sing this with an increasing number of elephants every time.

He likes the song because recently I’ve put a little anticipation and physical action between elephants. Lately, I also try to pause to get him to prompt me to give him the next verse. So when I switched to two, I picked a two from the board, and the next time I asked him to give me a three in order to sing the third elephant in. To my complete surprise, Joaquin did it. And then, he did it again for the fourth elephant. This, sweet people… Is what I call a tiny miracle. And tiny miracle by tiny miracle is how these precious children start to cross the bridge into “our world”.

In this video you also get treated to my rendition of the Romper Room song; a variation of “Rock around the Clock”, which has become a way of showing our enthusiasm for being in the room, and Joaquin joins and prompts it by singing “rocka rocka rocka”.


Bonding through acceptance

I’ve explained isms in an earlier post… And Joaquin isms a lot. He moves between isming and interacting, and I move back and forth with him. Here’s a moment when he became exclusive during the game and I joined him. Many times, I’ve just joined by imitating his actions while keeping an inner sense of love and acceptance for him and his actions. I’ve found that it is more fun, and it tends to shorten the length of the ism, when I go overboard trying to get into it and animate my face and words. In this specific one, he requests that I don’t join his “fx” sound. So I comply, and try to go for exaggerated facial expressions. At some point, he starts talking about eating turkey (our lunch that day), and I follow the topic while I ism, but pretty quickly I realize we’re approaching a “green light” as he takes pieces from me and repeats my words.


Taking care of himself

One more tiny tantrum that both of us weather, after which he retreats to his little island and comforts himself by indulging on some isming. I join him and celebrate all the little snippets of interaction he gives me, though he remains exclusive. It’s okay, little one… Mama is here with you…


Working on flexibility

Here, he’s done with our new game and motions to start playing our old one (that one were he dictates numbers to me). He knows the drill (and so do I)… “open box!”… “green paper!” (I’ve asked him lately which one he’d rather use)… “163″… The day before this (or perhaps this day — I forgot), I started testing his level of interaction/flexibility during this activity by requesting him to draw something for me. So I ask him to draw some dots. I’ve been surprised to see him pausing his dictating mode to comply with my request. This is huge, so I CELEBRATE him.


Sweet moments of connection

I like this short one a lot. We’re on that weird state half isming, half interacting… We’re doing something repetitive initiated by him, but he’s found his way on my lap, which is considered a bit of a potential green light. In those cases, I stay joining and try to check his level of openness by doing something subtle out of the ism. Here I get a cute little smile and a tender moment, before he feels ready to ask me to watch one more video. HA!!!!… I try to replace the word “no” by positive language. So instead of “no”, I’ll say “Yes!… later”, or “tomorrow”. Enough videos today little one!


Building the bridge

So those were some real moments from where we are today. I hope you enjoyed our little dance on this constant flowing between Joaquin’s world and the one where we’re encouraging him to participate. I leave you with one last video that shows “the dance” at work.


As you can see, doing this every day requires a lot of energy. I currently do it for 2 hours every day, or more if he gets us in the room for extra play time. When you add this intense focused therapy to the activities of a stay-at-home mom, plus the recent diet I have started for him that forces me to cook and bake a lot of common staples you’d just buy at the grocery store… You may understand why volunteers are a big element of this program. In order to give him more therapy hours, we need help from others to come and play with him, and show him the diversity of people. So that’s our next step in this journey… I need to recruit, train, and bring new Son-Rise friends for my Kiki, and then observe them, give them feedback, set up goals for all of us, and manage all of our efforts as a team.

We recently installed observation cameras in the romper room; we’re just missing a few last details. But very soon, I’ll make my call for local volunteers. We’re hoping that this place where we casually find ourselves right now, will provide an array of kind and gentle individuals wanting to experience the miracle of helping a beautiful special child reach out and connect. It is so overwhelmingly beautiful when you go in there full of love and awe for this majestic, strange and elusive bird, and you see him eventually fly to feed from your hand. You don’t need to be related to Joaquin by blood to experience this, or the joy that fills your day afterwards and goes with you all the way to bedtime.

7 comments:

  1. On August 14th, 2010 at 11:15 pm, Liliana Chacon-Menay wrote:

    What a son and what a mother! A el me lo como a besos. Lindo, lindo, lindo! Y a ti me dan ganas de ponerme a brincar contigo! Me doy de voluntaria con el corazon.

  2. On August 15th, 2010 at 9:49 pm, Maria wrote:

    Yo se que serias una fantastica voluntaria. Gracias!… El bollo ese, efectivamente es espectacular!… Esos dedos gorditos espichando el velcro contra el felt, y luego reorganizando todos sus preciosos numeros… Si, yo tengo que controlarme para no morderlo, de lo delicioso que es.

  3. On August 18th, 2010 at 2:12 am, Mariamar wrote:

    Mafecita… eres una mamá impresionante :) No solo todo lo que haces con y por Joaquín, sino tu manera de reflexionar y hacernos pensar acerca de todas las pequeñas y grandes cosas de la vida. Me gustaría estar cerquita y hacer de voluntaria en la cocina y en el cuarto de juegos! Besos inmensos

  4. On August 18th, 2010 at 9:46 am, Maria wrote:

    UY Mariamar… Serias tremenda voluntaria mujer! Mil gracias!… Que bueno haber reconectado contigo y Lulu por FB, asi sea a distancia. Ojala algun dia nos volvamos a ver en persona… Muchos besos a ti :)

  5. On September 13th, 2010 at 11:49 am, Amanda Quijano wrote:

    Querida Mafe, que maravilla!!!, adoro verte en ese nivel de conexión con el precioso Joaquín. Todo en la vida es relativo, nada existe que sea absoluto, he ahí la genialidad de los genios que lo han dicho con propiedad. Joaquin es un caramelo delicioso y tu una mamá genial. Si estuviera en Salt Lake City seguro seria una voluntaria para aprender de Joaquín. Seguiré siendo una voluntaria para aprender visitando sus cambios seguramente continuos a través de tu estupendo blog. Los quiero mucho Mafe, a ti a Joaquin y a Joey. Besos

  6. On September 16th, 2010 at 8:56 am, Jennifer wrote:

    Hi Maria -

    Reading this post and watching the videos – before I got to the last few paragraphs – I kept thinking, “My goodness. I am in awe of this woman’s energy.” It made me think how I might handle myself in your place, and though I know I would manage I also know I would tire very quickly and it would take every little last bit of my energy to keep from getting frustrated. In the end, I do know that I’d persevere because I’d have to; there would simply be no choice. However, it would take me a WHOLE lot longer to get there than you.

    I know it isn’t easy. And for that, I applaud you. Joaquin is a beautiful boy and he is lucky to have you as his mother.

    I wish I could help you out, but the commute would be a bit taxing. But, if there is anything I can do from Texas, please don’t hesitate to let me know. :)

  7. On September 19th, 2010 at 12:27 am, Maria wrote:

    Hey Jennifer!
    Sorry it took me a while to respond. Life is strangely busy these days for me… Not that I have a lot to do. I just have little time free of my tiny appendix. He’s doing great by the way…

    You know, the stuff you mention about the energy is something that I was very worried about when I first learned what this process entailed. I really didn’t think I had it in me. Nor did I think I had it in me to be the mother of a special child. I even said it to a few friends in my kitchen one week before learning that Joaquin is autistic. And yet… I have it all. And so would you. You just don’t know what you’re capable of until you’re in that situation: SWIM OR SINK!…. I know you would swim too, and it wouldn’t take you any longer than me.

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