The Tambourine

Tonight C walked up to me, holding a drum in one hand and a tambourine in the other. Smiling, he thrust the tambourine toward me and said, quite clearly, “You play it, Daddy!”

I was so shocked, I nearly forgot to take the damn tambourine from him. This was neither scripted nor prompted; this was a genuine request, directed at me, in the form of a verbalized desire to interact.

And interact we did: I shook the tambourine in time to his drumming for a good two or three minutes, and every so often C would look at me and smile as we played together.

Hope.

3 Comments

  1. These are the kinds of moments that boost us as parents of children dealing with these challenges. With my son i find that music and rhythm help him focus. Sometimes when i cannot prompt an appropriate reaction or response form him, i sing what i want to communicate to him and get a better response from him.