Rhema’s therapist T brought over some wooden blocks. Rhema instantly began stacking the blocks one on top of the other. (I remember the very first Early Intervention Inquisition. Well-meaning strangers came into my home, and suddenly everything my perfect baby did or did not do was questioned and analyzed. In their rapid line of questioning was, “Does she stack blocks?” “Well, no,” I sputtered. What’s the diagnosis for a kid who doesn’t stack blocks??? After they left, I worked with Rhema for hours teaching her how to stack blocks. I am proud to say that she is now a block-stacking queen.)
Rhema was stuck in a pattern of stacking blocks. So T modeled lining the blocks, one in front of the other, on the floor. Rhema resisted; she just wanted to stack them. I joined T and Rhema on the floor and, using hand over hand, we helped her make a track with the blocks on the floor .
Then T pulled out a couple of toy cars.
“Car,” she said. “Vrrooom. Vrrooom.” She moved the car along the track with her hand.
T demonstrated this a few times, and then she handed a toy car to Rhema.
Rhema purposefully placed the car on the track, sat atop it, and vrrooomed her way down the track.
I love the way she thinks.