Each of my kids has a quirky personality all their own.
Pouty believes that God created her to be a princess ballerina. She grand jete(s) around the house, and anywhere else she’s going, to be honest.
Spike has a quirky little grin when she is being silly. She is a servant of people and loves soccer…oh, except that she hates to run and has never played soccer. She is absolutely sure (and starting next week will have the chance to prove) that she will be an all-star soccer player.
Samoo is a character and there is no other way to put it. He loves his cars and trucks, but more than that, he loves to make us laugh. He is cuddly, he is sweet, and he is absolutely rotten…or, in his words, b-b-b-bad…bad to the booooone.
And that leaves D. D has high functioning autism which comes with a variety of stereotypical quirks. A lot of people automatically think of rocking, hand flapping, and other behaviors of the sort. D does a bit of that, but not much. His biggest quirk, and I think this should be part of the diagnostic criteria, is an unhealthy love of cardboard boxes and packing tape.
D is my quirky creator. No one can ever tell me that kids on the autism spectrum lack an imagination. D thinks all the time about his next creation and given a cardboard box and a roll of packing tape, this kid could build a stadium that is both big enough and strong enough for the next SuperBowl to be held.
Over the years, we have probably had thousands of cardboard boxes cut, colored, and remodeled. These boxes have become the high school from the popular Disney movie, High School Musical. They have become football fields for his high school marching band obsessions, Disney World, school buses, the box from the movie The Cat in the Hat, and more. Truly, these boxes have been recreated in more ways than ever imagined.
All of these creations are from his own imagination…his quirky imagination.
As for me, his quirky creativity has a tendency to annoy me. It seems as though I clean a room and before I can turn around the room has snippets of paper, sneaky pieces of tape that stick to the bottom of my socks, and at least two pairs of scissors, 94 crayons, 18 markers, and a partridge in a pear tree. I feel like I clean up behind him non-stop and it makes me grouchy.
My grouchiness needs to be set aside, though. Seeing my son’s quirky creativity is a blessing. Truly, his ingenious mind will take him far in life. He has the mind and intellectual ability of an engineer or architect.
More than that, if he never reaches that level of education and employment, this is a gift that can be used in other ways. His quirky creativity allows him the chance to problem solve – he determines measurement, materials needed, assesses what is necessary to ensure strength to endure the purpose of the creation, and more. His quirky creativity is also an outlet when his anxiety is high, it allows him a positive place to channel his energy.
As long as the world has cardboard boxes and packing tape, I think my boy will be a quirky creator.
Do you have a quirky creator? What are the must have materials and most common creations?