squeezy wheezy cuddle wuddle

Rhythm and rhyme that’s what my son likes to do.

it’s one of his favorite things to do mind you.

he like’s to squeezy weezy and cuddle wuddle.

watch out now for that muddle of  puddle.

does that make sense?

no it doesn’t wuzzn’t

it’s not meant to make sense it’s just rhythm and rhyme.

in spite of my son’s disability he has loads of availability

kicking out rhythms to immerse in the verse.

he doesn’t want any more jelly on his belly

jelly on his belly means watching his heart on the telly.

I don’t think my son’s condition is all the scary

I think his head is  quite literary.

so lets continue with the fun and games

and every one have fun

lots of fun with our names and claims and all things flames.


cafe journaling……taking me to an interesting place!!

Today I did my cafe journaling and I had a lot of things to write about. One of the things I penned was about the creative conference that I attended last week. I am an artist who loves to teach other’s about art  especially children as they have an untainted view of art.  I found the speaker’s to be very inspiring and very much in sync with the opinions that I hold in regard to teaching children anything creative.

However I did have a little sadness within me as my Son has an intellectual disability and his creativity has been somewhat limited. I know this because as a playgroup volunteer I do lots of creative activity’s with young children all the time. My Son’s participation and engagement is very different as his concentration does differ a lot from children his own age.

After being inspired from this creativity conference I tried to get Zachy to draw using a big charcoal stick, he wanted nothing to do with it. Well I did make him get off the X box!!!! I was left feeling somewhat disappointed so I said a little prayer to God and asked The Lord for a strategy. After a moment of tantrum throwing Zachy then said to me that he wanted to go to the park.

So off we went for a walk to the park and this is where I got my idea. I would stop him, pick up a leaf and got him to look at the straight lines that were on the leaf. It was a little challenging at first, as  sometimes it’s  hard to get him to stop and look at something for more than a second. I then made him do a straight line in the air with his finger in which he participated in. We continued to walk and I continued to stop and encouraged him look at anything that was a straight line. We looked at a blade of grass, power lines, the foot path and the stem of a flower. This exercise in observation was a success and I was encouraged that digging a little deeper for my Son is important and rewarding.

I also thought about the things that interest him, such as music. He has a wonderful ability to hear bird calls and imitate them. He likes to make abstract sounds where I then have to whistle in response, he loves to rhyme and he does love to belt out a song on the top of his lungs. Can you see where I’m headed? I realised that my Son’s artistic vocabulary is different to mine, however it’s  just as rich .

As I was writing these reflections in my journal I was feeling excited about my Son’s creativity. One should not underestimate those with an intellectual disability. I feel that I’m called to dig deeper so my Son can have the same opportunity as the children I share my artistic ability with.