January 7, 2008
Today at church the father of one of Cricket’s friends came over to chat. He said he just had to tell us how impressed he was with Cricket yesterday. Yesterday Cricket went to the park across the street to play in the snow with his friend. Other children had the same idea, and there wound up being enough for a great big snowball fight to break out, girls against boys. There was no adult supervision. No flames, please, that’s the kind of neighborhood we live in–it’s safe for a pack of tweens to play at the park. We can see the park from our window from one side, and the friend’s family can see it out their window from the other side. It’s okay, really. But at this moment in time, neither of us was looking. Evidently, friend’s little sister, who is six, came home in tears because somebody, she didn’t know who, had splatted her in the face with snow. A few minutes later, Cricket knocked on the door and said he’d come to apologize, which he promptly did. Friend’s dad was really impressed, and so is Cricket’s mom. Cricket had mentioned to me that there was a snowball fight and a lot of people, including him, got snow in their faces and one girl got upset and went home. But he didn’t mention who the principle parties in the incident were or what happened after. I am pleased to know that by the time I heard about it from the girl’s dad, Cricket had already done the manly thing and taken care of business on his own. He’s still trying to figure out where the “line” is in play “fights”–things like what to take seriously, and what’s all in fun, and when someone is having a good time, or when someone’s gone too far. But he has a good heart, and he really, really is trying. And things like this make me think he’s really catching on to some of these social skills things.
(We had a minor melt-down later in church and wound up out in the hall, so it’s not like I’m doubting his diagnosis or anything, but I have serious HOPE for him anyway.)