Sunday, September 27, 2009

My sweet Hannah,
walked three miles and
did a bit of mindless
wandering with me.
This is a huge deal.


We walked for over two hours,
more than three miles,
when all was said and done.


She let me lead her thru the woods,
down trails she'd never seen.



We got temporarily misplaced
a couple of times and had to reroute.
A few whimperings prompted the occasional reassurances.
I love that she never lets go of my hand.
She is my favorite hand to hold.

Save for one other.


Hannah: Drumming?
Me: Drumline
(Hannah smiles because I know what she means)
Hannah: Boom? Boom?
Me: Boom Boom Boom.
(Hannah smiles because she likes me to say it in threes)

I take Hannah's hand which is holding mine, and make the three beats
so she can feel my words.
I ramble on about music and rhythm.

A few minutes later she prompts me to do it again.

Repeat this 50 times. With me once n a while doing a 1 2 3.
And waltzing in the woods to make her laugh.
She did.


If I lay on the ground to photograph something,
she'll sit down behind me. : )
I photograph all of it.
So we both remember.


This morning
She gets up and goes to the bathroom on her own.
No prompting by me. yay. seriously.

Then comes to the kitchen for juice.
Hannah: dio.
Me: radio, you want the radio?

I go get it thinking she wants music in the kitchen.
We listen to music a lot.
Lately I have it playing in the bathroom
while she takes a bath.


She takes me by the hand and brings me to her room.
She wants the music in her room.
Martin Sexton.
(she has great taste)
If you've ever heard his music, you might understand
why she gravitates to it. I like to say he's autistically pleasing.
(as in.. especially pleasing to her autistic ear)
If that makes sense.


I plug in the ipod, she wraps herself in her favorite blanket
and tells me Bye.

How 16 of her.
I'm smiling.

She comes out a few songs later.
She claps her hands and says push ding.
Which means push swing.
And says walk too.
She remembers.
She knows she did something good.
She's proud of herself.
She should be.

I clap too and say You did good Hannah.
She turns around and goes back to listen to Martin.


I love this girl.




One Love. One Peace. Always and all ways.


Becca said...

Maybe it's because I know the girl, maybe it's because I know the joy- but this small snippet of life has made my day. A simple smile, warms my heart and even makes my eyes mist a bit. :)

Kathleen (One Tree Past The Fence) said...

these snippets make my life.


La Table De Nana said...

I'm at the office with puddles in the lower part of my eyes~

Your photos of her are so ethereal and beautiful..You captured your love for her.
I held my smallest grandson today for 3 hrs straight.. hoping he could feel how I will feel protective of him forever:)Like his brothers and his cousin.

He must know..:)

His mommy told me Lulu holds him and tells him w/ his 4 yr old heart."I will always take care of you:)"

It's a great my family and I.
Maybe that's why I am so sentimental.

Love your story..I hope her mom and dad can see it.

Kathleen (One Tree Past The Fence) said...


he must. I'm sure of it.

"I will always take care of you" from a four year
There's something about the innocence and honesty of words spoken at that age.
I believe her promise to her brother.

And when he is older, you will tell both of them this story. And they will both be reminded of a sisters love for her little brother.

How absolutely moving...

Kim Living Life said...

Kathleen, what a beautiful moving post. It is so easy to see and feel how much you love your daughter. It was lovely to share this day with you. Thank you so much.

Kathleen (One Tree Past The Fence) said...


Hannah is a severely autistic child, I work more than full time with her. I have for the past five years.

If I were blessed with a daughter, I would
choose her.

Thank you, for taking the time to read.
Mostly I write so I remember...

Mostly I want to lift people up...

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