Thomas and his bubble ... fragile ... so transparent, so nymphatique (!) it is too easy to forget. Was employed to manage it, manage it ... maintain calm, control, routine! Sigh! I forget the little bubble of my aspirations ... But voila! Last weekend, she told me .... exploded in his face!
Tom is a loner. He likes the company of others, but likes just as well in his solitude. It is not deep into his inner self ... most of the time! he did his thing, staying in tune with what is happening around him and record everything that is said! Impressively, his auditory memory! Sometimes by the time he goes back slowly, until you no longer seem far.
What it looks like Tom in a bubble?? He sits alone, quietly, in the back seat of our Caravan near sports bags stuffed ski equipment (mitts, boots, helmets, etc ...) and "box-to-lunch" (although it must do 10 kg!) and playing on his DS fingers without sound, of course! .. I almost forget its presence in the whirlwind of constant chatter Sarapouf and Lolo, sitting in the middle bucket seats! And voila! My little power, always omnipresent, is discretion. This, at least, thought spontaneous that comes into my head Funny Mom aspirations! Until my boyfriend asked him to go immediately to kindly to the famous box lunch - which is almost empty at that hour, I assure you! forward we can make our stomachs affamé.C wait is that we have been gone a good hour of our snow shelter, and bellies begin to gurgle!
But voila! Tom is no longer with us, powered in his parallel universe where only his friends have their fingerprints instead. It ignores our first application. A second soon followed, with a tone slightly more insistent! And there it is! Victory! We did it! Tom nous deigns to speak. What am I saying? words! raves by renaming it to blow insults the person who dares requested! And I look at the scene, anticipates, manages it, putting it on account of his medication the day down ... Until this weekend! How unworthy I am a mother! (Heu. .. is to not copy the "other" unfit mother ... :-))
The culprit is obvious is his bubble!! This thing is so transparent that I forgot about ... thing is that high or not, any aspirations owns and cherishes dearly, that thing .... I have not seen that day - and some other days as well - or that I packed, to make Tom a child to "normal" behavior!
And now that I got arrested, I see it, clear and well defined. This living space that Tom needs more often than we think, for this disconnect that he does not understand, enjoy and accept as ... I see the return of our day of skiing in the morning at the table, at bedtime .... it is there, present and néccéssaire ...
And that, in the open appearance of the bubble ... The bubble forgotten ... SA bubble!
Photo: February 2010 - Mont La Reserve
