02 March 2011

In the future: a chef


This post is lovingly dedicated to all of Miggy's classmates: Blessy, Syzzle, Kaychelle, Johann, Allen, and RJ, who at a very young age show compassion, understanding, and responsibility toward their "special" classmate. It always leaves a smile on my face every time I see them together. Cheers to their parents too for raising such wonderful kids.
And of course, to Teacher Tina who never tires of teaching Miggy social behavior and academic skills, and always bringing him out of his self-imposed seclusion with her powerful voice as she calls out "Miiiigggggyyyy!!!"

In the future: A chef

I will be designing the layout for the school's yearbook. My theme for the grade 1 is: What do I want to be when I grow up? All parents of Miggy's classmates probably already know what their children aspire to be in the future. Now, I wonder if my Miggy has any dream at all. I'm thinking that this is a mistake. How can I ask him a question so meaningless to his autistic mind? How can he envision himself as a grownup when he does not even know what "future" means? The very simple "tomorrow" took him almost forever to discern, how much more with a vague and a broader "future"?

Uncertain if I could push him for an answer, I tried.
Mommy: Miggy, you listen. Johann wants to be a soldier. Blessy wants to be a teacher. Syzzle wants to be a nurse. Allen wants to be a doctor. How about you, Miggy? What do you want to be?
Miggy answered quickly, "a chef!"

Oh, probably too inspired by the movie, Ratatouille.