That's what Wylie referred to his room as this week. That Boy! When asked for instances he says: you know, the Bionicles, Transformers, old CDs and stuff like that. Since I have been saturated in fiction this summer, I immediately go for the metaphor. Why do you think your room was chosen as the Sanctuary?
He didn't get a chance to answer because something distracted us in the car and another conversation began. But, I can tell you a bit about sanctuary...
Wylie is the ultimate re-user in the reduce, reuse, recycle mantra. If given the chance to save something or throw it away, he never throws away. Now, in the extreme this is called hoarding I think. But, Wylie doesn't keep trash, etc. Only things of purpose and value. So, his room is a safe spot for unwanted items because Wylie sees value and purpose as unchanging constants. And, not only does he perceive these values as constant, he has catalogued them in his mind and can provide details about the time and place the things were acquired.
All of this could set Wylie up to be an amazing docent or curator. Maybe of his own collection?
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Above the white noise of his HALO REACH game comes the question: "Mom, what is the meaning of Life?"
Keeping with my professional training as a skilled educator--I stall for time.
"What do you think the meaning is?"
Wylie expands his original question: "What I want to know is, why is life so full of happy, good times but then sad and hard times?"
And, that shames me into thinking about this sad, lonely, ZigZagStraight blog....without a good post in almost a year.
The conversation that followed will be the subject of the next new posts!