We got back from Gracie’s Girl Scout meeting a little while ago. We have the meetings in one of the historical houses in the historical district, and the girls have their meetings in one room while waiting moms like me usually wait in the kitchen and listen at the doors or play on our cell phones or help with the meeting when asked (well actually, I’m there on hand in case The Girl needs me for some reason although she’s at a point recently where she would probably do better if I weren’t there).
It was a difficult meeting for her today because her SPD was in high gear. At first she came to me begging to leave, telling me,
“It is Too Loud. I need to leave now.”
I was proud of her for the fact that she self-advocated and told me very clearly what she wanted and why. That said, I asked her to try to find a way to make it through the meeting in case Miss Girl Scout Leader had something fun planned.
She took some “emergency gum” from my purse and chose to sit at the kitchen table, listening to the meeting that took place in the next room. When it came time to participate she would go in briefly but she still couldn’t handle the noise for long. At times it got so loud that she would close the kitchen door leading to the meeting room to almost-shut. When that happened,
“They are too loud. I need to close the door so that I do not hear them.”
Again, she self-advocated for herself in action and explained her actions. She was polite about it, but firm. She didn’t announce it to anyone except to me.
She got to do her crafts at the kitchen table and was so happy about that. Thank you, Miss Troop Leader, that made her day. The girls made little cookie trays with tiny felt cookies that were turned into a pin. The felt cookies were supposed to be chocolate chip, but since Gracie’s favorite cookie is the Samoa she turned hers into a tiny batch of Samoas. She’s the only that did. There was another cookie pin that was supposed to be a cute Thin Mint with a bite out of it and a phrase on it that said, “Hey who took a bite out of my Thin Mint cookie?!?” She was appalled at the thought of anyone taking a bite out of her Thin Mint and then pinning it to herself or her vest, so we didn’t cut out a bite of cookie. Instead we pinned the little tag with a Samoa sticker on one side and her cookie sale goal on the other (100 minimum).
She kept pretending during all of this that the tiny cookie tray she made was burning hot just-from-the-oven, giggling as she did so. On the way home, Gracie couldn’t speak but she processed the meeting. Every now and then she giggled while holding the “hot hot hot tray.”
By the time we got home the slight rainy drizzle had turned to pellets of … frozen something … but she liked the sound so we sat in the parked car for a few minutes to listen to the quiet sound of the almost-snow pelting the car. She sighed, gathered herself, and when I asked her if she was happy that I had “made” her stay at the meeting instead of leaving when she asked, she didn’t respond …
… but she didn’t say “no.”