Sunday, October 16, 2011

In an Instant

David had been playing with a puzzle. Actually, he had been carrying around some of the pieces of a puzzle—his version of playing with it—when he sat down beside me to see what I was doing.

I had just opened my laptop and was waiting for it to boot, so I watched as David carefully arranged his four puzzle pieces on a book that I had been reading.

"Mom-mom's compicker," he said, his word for computer. I looked again at the pieces, trying to figure out how he would imagine that those four primary colored puzzle pieces could resemble my computer.

My mind wandered back to the e-mail that I needed to send, so I turned to my computer to see if it was finished loading. Then I saw it flash across my screen.

I made eye contact with David and was about to question him, to make sure I hadn't just imagined it, but I could tell by his smile that I was right. As the window faded from my screen, he swept the puzzle pieces into his hand and was off.


  1. Wow. Talk about puzzle pieces. David has the puzzle pieces together for YOU to figure out! He is a smart little guy.....and he's uncovering some of it for you! Thanks for sharing this piece of the puzzle!

  2. I love it! I have 2 boys with autism/adhd (ages 8 and 6). My 8 year old is a computer whiz/addict and my younger is not so interested in that, but would have done the same kind of thing with the puzzle pieces. Sometimes it takes months to figure out the pattern and significance! Oh, and about the number 73, for us it is 72 LOL All because one night my 8 year old was upset at bedtime and I was trying anything to cheer him up. We created a "secret number" that is not to be spoken, which is 9x8. That was 4 years ago. 72 is still a number to not be spoken--except that he lOVES to break rules and so speaks it at every chance so he can grin and "get in trouble". He spent a good couple months coming up with every math problem conceivable that the answer is 72.

  3. When my Nathan was 4, I was convinced that the cure to cancer was locked in his head, but we couldn't get it to come out in a way that made sense to us. I feel very much the same way about David. There is so much going on in their minds and it is hard to access.

    And our number wasn't 73, it was 54...still is. He won't admit it's his favorite number, but it shows up in every example he has to create using numbers.

    And our color isn't red, it's green. He never had to wear it at all times, but he still gravitates towards all things green.