Thanks to the keen observations of a stellar teacher, it was suggested that I might contact your mom and organize a playdate with you and our Kate.
I was nervous, of course. Though Kate is pretty great, (she'll tell you that herself on occasion) there are some social challenges associated with her autism that make play pretty difficult for her, at times. You don't seem to have noticed, or you don't seem to mind and for that I adore you.
I've been sitting upstairs listening to you play:
Kate: Did you don't like Jimmy Fallon?
T: Umm, I think I do.
Kate: I got my tight pants on.
T: You do?
Kate: I fink I'm a mermaid in a video before.
T: Do you want to play mermaids, Kate?
Kate: Are you a mermaid, too?
T: I will be for you.
Kate: Okay, I bemember dat now. What kind of temperature water do you like?
Kate: No, you like warm.
T: Oh yeah.
My heart is bursting. Not because Miss Kate doesn't have friends but because you accept her as we do and love her just the way she is. There are no strange looks or pauses. Little T, you don't look to me for help understanding your friend. You just go with it and play like any little one should.
You're a lesson for the rest of us in understanding and acceptance little T, and Kate and the rest of us are lucky to have you.
Happy Mail to:
27 Wellington Row
Saint John, NB
Grace and Kate's mom. (Shanell)