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Alone at the Playground

September 12, 2014 by Lisa 5 Comments

It was the last week of summer vacation. And I took a few days off from work to spend with Norrin. With Joseph at work, Norrin and I stayed local. We had been avoiding the playground for weeks but with most of the neighborhood kids back in school, I knew Norrin could have the run of the place. 
As a kid I loved going to the park, meeting up with friends and making new ones. Making friends and playing came easily to me. For my kid? Not so much. 
Too many children overwhelm him. He doesn’t have the social or play skills and language like typical boys his age. He’s getting too big to play with the younger kids. And most times, he isn’t interested in playing with the neighborhood kids. 
So we avoid crowded playgrounds. It’s too much for him. And if I’m going to be honest…it’s too much for me. 
A crowded playground means I have to hover and keep a close eye. I have to prompt Norrin to be mindful of the smaller children. I have to ignore the bigger kids – and some adults – who stare when Norrin starts flapping his hands or talking to himself. And I have to hear kids say, “Oh he’s back again” and watch as they move away from Norrin because they think he’s “weird.”    
But being alone at the playground gives us both freedom. I can sit down and relax. He can run and flap and talk to himself if he wants. Or I can run around with him rather than hover and worry about him bumping into other kids. 
I can cheer him on and tell him what an awesome job he’s doing on the swings. Because I know how much work he put into learning to kick and pump his legs. And he’s free to show off for me. I like seeing him smile with pride. 
Being alone at the playground means there is no pressure to play. If there is another child there, Norrin has an option. Sometimes he’ll choose to play and sometimes he’ll say no. I’m okay either way. I know that friendship is precious and I am grateful my son has one or two kids he calls friends. And I love that Norrin is part of a baseball team and has a sense of camaraderie. But I never force friendship on him.
While we have friends and family who care for Norrin, there is a loneliness and isolation to our lives that I’ve learned to accept. Being alone at the playground is not only something I’ve accepted, it’s something I look forward to. And I think Norrin does too. It’s a special time just for us.    
  

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Comments

  1. Laurie Hollman says

    September 13, 2014 at 5:17 pm

    Laurie Hollman, Ph.D. at Parental Intelligence
    I think you definitely have the right idea. All kids need to go at their own pace when it comes to playing with others. Why not have days where Norrin owns the playground for himself? Why not have a time when you can relax and not worry about other kids and other parents? I think it's great you found this playground. Enjoy every minute of it.

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  2. *~*Trin*~* says

    September 14, 2014 at 3:45 pm

    I am so glad you posted this. There is a nice playground less than a block away from my house that i cannot stand taking my 6 year to. The kids from the neighborhood are too rough, too grown and just uggggh. There are other playgrounds i can take her to, but its kind of out the way. This past Friday, Anaiyah wanted to go to the playground after school. It was a nice afternoon, so much to my chagrin we went to the neighborhood playground. Anaiyah is verbal, but she does not engage in conversation like the other kids her age does. Plus, she always has to have something in her hands…this time its a branch. Two little girls saw Anaiyah trying to play on the monkey bars, and they said something to her-Anaiyah said something back. The girls walked away saying she was weird. When Anaiyah would approach them, they ran from her yelling, "the girl in orange eats sticks,". Anaiyah doesn't know or understand what the kids were doing, but i did. And it made me sad and angry!!! I wanted to pull the little girls to the side and explain Anaiyah isnt weird at all, just give her a chance to play with y'all. But i was so pissed i told my daughter let's go….she was so disappointed, but i didnt want her to be picked on. I want Anaiyah to be around typical children….but not if she is going to be picked on. It hurts me more than my child.

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  3. Shell says

    November 11, 2014 at 2:53 pm

    It's such a relief to me when we go to a playground and there isn't anyone else there. We can relax and enjoy.

    Reply

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