One day, not so long ago, my eldest and ASD-gripped kiddo, hereafter named Boo, came home from a School Trip to the local supermarket (yes, really, exciting stuff here).
They had been stood in the Fruit & Veg aisle and instructed they could choose any piece of fruit or veg to take home. Wow, we really know how to spoil these noughties urchins. Boo chose a Kiwi. Smart lad, no 12p apple here.
To say this kid loved his kiwi is an understatement. Like a 70’s kid in a sweet shop, he loved the fact that he was allowed to choose anything. And therefore, his final choice held more weight, more power. He didn’t want to eat it, he wanted to cherish this moment of free choice. Fine, it needed to ripen, a few days in a sunny fruit bowl and all would be well in the Kiwi-Zone.
But now things were teetering on the edge… much longer, and we’d be looking at mould and goo. So I convinced him it was time to do the deed and munch that kiwi up. He asked me to prepare it. And there I stood at the chopping board wondering what to do. My life is exciting I tell ya.
After a few seconds of him no doubt thinking ‘Mum’s taken the Space Train again’ he asked what was taking so long. I replied that I was considering the best way to prepare it for him. To say I felt some weight of responsibility over this humble kiwi is an understatement… it wasn’t like a regular piece of fruit grabbed from the fruit bowl, it was his beloved kiwi, I didn’t want to get it wrong… (and anyone with close knowledge of an ASD kid knows treading on eggshells is in The.Job.Description).
Should I peel, slice, cube? And then I remembered my favourite way of eating kiwi as a student. Simply cut the top off and eat with a teaspoon, digging out the zesty flesh and crunchy pips rather like eating a yoghurt.
Boo was in ecstasy. This ‘new’ and fun way of eating a kiwi just elevated the whole experience to a new level. Mum, Hero, All Round Super Being, had miraculously come up trumps again (sssshhhh, it wasn’t planned…).
Boo has eaten plenty of kiwis before. But he’d never eaten this kiwi before in this way. It was amazing. Same fruit, totally different experience. A different approach and the overall experience was therefore completely different.
And that’s what this blog is about: same experiences, different approaches to change the outcome. Looking at things in a new way. Looking at the journey in a new way, despite the egg shells. Fearing a situation (yes really, it is possible to fear cutting a kiwi with an ASD kid) and things turning good.
And so kiwiandspoon.com was born. Now go grab a Kiwi and Spoon.