Monday, February 6, 2012
Touch. Touch. Touch. If there is one word that I hear more than any other in a given day, it is 'touch.' Why? Because touching is one of Staley's favorite activities. The touching 'game' started with the Christmas tree. We did not want to deprive Staley of experiencing the wonder of the Christmas tree, but we also did not want it to end up as a mangled mess of branches, ornaments, and lights sprawled out in the middle of the living room. So we taught Staley to touch. No grabbing. No pulling. Just touch. Staley took to this immediately. One finger extended, gently poking, and pulling away. Touch. Every time she saw the tree, she would ask to 'touch' the branches, the ornaments, the lights. So much excitement in that one little request. The Christmas tree went away after Christmas, but touching remained. Staley loves to touch her bows hanging on ribbons, my necklaces dangling in the closet, the hats on the hat rack, pictures in frames. At the mall, she asks to touch the clothes hanging on racks. Touching the rows and rows of books at the library or the shelves of canned goods at the grocery store make those outings a little more special. I love the gentle way Staley has found to enjoy her surroundings. There may be a day in the future where racks of clothes end up on the store floor, canned goods are rolling down the aisle, and all our glass knick knacks have to be packed away as I'm trying to rein in my little girl. But not today. Today we just touch. And I love it.