Part of Claire’s therapy is to have supervised play dates
twice a week. We have over little
girls from her kindergarten class. They
come before school, play, eat lunch, and then get on the school
bus with Claire. Yesterday M. came. Today E. came. Before E. got here, Claire said to her
therapist, “E. is my true friend.”
Therapist: “How come?”
Claire: “Because
yesterday on the bus M. sat by me, but then she went and sat by someone else.”
Therapist: “Did that
hurt your feelings?”
Claire: “Yes. E. would never do that. That’s why she’s my true friend.”
I’m glad and thankful Claire is learning to recognize
true friendship [in other people. We’ve still got some work to do teaching her
how to be a true friend]. E. is an angel sent from heaven because she
is so sweet and non-judgmental. When
Claire comes unglued, E. tries to think of ways to help her be happy
again. If (when) it doesn’t work, she
just plays with Anne. No offense taken,
no wide-eyed stares. She has a cousin
with autism, so that might be what has made her so tolerant.
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