Frances’s preferred documentary topics are diverse. Each topic’s phase is quite intense, lasting anywhere from weeks to months, during which period she learns a great deal.
It also means that I learn a great deal, too, because, after all, I am with her as she watches her docs.
Before Frances had come along, I couldn’t have told you what a terrapin is, how cute meerkats are, or what are the specific fertility issues afflicting the giant panda. I had no idea how wonderfully diverse architecture in the US and Canada can be, from where the Crown Jewels originate, or how many people on the planet have primordial dwarfism type II.
Of course, having children in and of itself is a learning process, but there’s just so much more to learn when Frances is nearby.
Last Saturday, we drove to Frances’s ballet lesson, but we also tried to have a bit of a leisurely drive as well.
I’ve written about it before in a lighthearted manner, but I don’t mean to trivialize the fact that it is very difficult to drive with Frances.
It is hard to admit that the constant chatter is, well, constant: the questions come at us so fast and furiously that I will not drive with her if I’m not also a passenger.
This isn’t to say that there aren’t endearing moments — such as the funny questions that I frequently record — but I would be lying if I said that I always feel patient.
I don’t know why it took me 1.5 hours to think of giving her my telephone. It helped to quieten her for that final half-hour.
At any rate, it was something of a relief as we pulled up to the grand, ancient building in which her lesson is held.
We waited together, Pink Cup Dad, Pink Cup Sister, and I, without talking in the tacit anticipation of one hour of absolute silence.
This fountain is one of Frances’s favourite summer destinations.
Two years ago today, Frances revealed another super power: the ability to walk on walls at strange angles for a long time. I’m always amazed by the climbing ability of many children with ASD.
Her inexhaustible energy is equal only to her balance while climbing.
Frances and I both enjoy discovering local architectural details.
Almost exactly two years ago, we went to the CN Tower. On an observation deck, Frances faced in the opposite direction of the other tourists: she had pulled out a book and started reading. May she always do things her way!