Nik’s latest thing he likes to do is make patterns on the inside back door with his magnetic letters. He does it in a very deliberate and methodical fashion, humming the letter sounds he can make as he goes. I watch, fascinated, trying to figure out if there is a rhyme or reason. There is, I can tell, but it may not always be the same.
Some of the elements remain constant— his desire to group letters together or to alternate the capital and lower case letters. Sometimes, there are linear pairs of letters marching up and down the insides of the door frame. Those patterns are usually pretty distinct and I can see that, perhaps, they reflect a need for order and control.
Others? Crooked lines and clusters of seemingly random groupings of letters turned in all directions —some of them aren’t even “complete” in that they don’t contain all of the same letter. For instance, in a grouping with the letter S, Nik may have them arranged in some pattern either by direction or size. But there will be a renegade S on the periphery of another group…slightly out of place. Or is it?
Still other times? Words. Hidden within the clusters and the seeming randomness there is meaning. So much like my boy himself.
Oh, to know for a fraction of a second what goes on inside his beautiful mind…