Thursday, April 20, 2017

The Sweetest Tool in My Sensory Arsenal

You guys.

Why did no one ever tell me that babies make for the best sensory tools?!

Yes, I know my 12-week-old daughter isn't a sensory tool . . . per se. She's a human being with an infectious smile and the most delicious coos and she loves me, possibly more than anyone's ever loved me before (we're in this phase where I walk into a room, she either hears or sees me, and her face erupts into wide grin after wide grin) - but in the midst of her tearful cries and the raise of her tiny arms, when I hoist her small frame onto my torso for a cuddle, she becomes - for a few moments at least, until she wiggles away like a tiger cub - the best sensory tool I have in my arsenal. Who needs a weighted lap blanket when there's 10ish lbs. of sweet-smelling, tactile-pleasing-fuzzy-headed mini-me right under my chin pressing deeply against my chest?

Perfection
Throw in the Baby Bjorn, my beloved and trusted baby-wearing carrier, and I'm a happy SPD adult these days. For me, nothing feels more prioprioceptively grounding than trekking my infant around, strapped to my body.

Birds-Eye Bjorn View of Bow-Hatted Babygirl

Delayed diagnosis sensory adults who are also parents of infants, may we relish our children for their intelligence, energy, and beauty - but also for their natural way of supporting our sensory needs.

Except for the screaming. I'm pretty sure we could all do without the screaming.