The classroom was ready. Favorite puzzles
were laid out on the table for the five autistic kindergarten students to manipulate
until class started. Because I was a long
term substitute, I stayed in the classroom while the special education teacher and
the other aide led the students into the classroom.The children were instructed to
hang up their jackets and put their lunchboxes in their cubby. Then they came to
the table to put together their favorite puzzles.
That morning I sat next to a five-year-old
male autistic child. He was a whiz at memorizing. At only five years old, he
could write long phrases he had seen on television, such as “The Corporation
for Public Broadcasting” and he could read above level books, but he did not
interact verbally. This child could speak, but he did so only when he wanted
to. As he sat down at the puzzle
table, I gave him a wooden puzzle with slots for 6 farm animals. I tried at first to talk to him about the
animals and hoped he would repeat the animal name and its sound. It met with little
success. Then I started singing “Old
McDonald Had a Farm” as we put the animals into the proper slots. He responded.
He started singing with me, and he put my hand over his to help him put the
animals into the right slots. This continued until class started. This became
our daily routine for the next three weeks. Every time he chose that
puzzle, I would sing the song with him as he put the animals into the slots. For
a few moments, every day, for three weeks,we shared a bond through music.
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