What are you doing….

We had walked the dog for a couple of miles when we came to an overgrown field. Not our usual route but son headed down this way when he noticed a group of walkers approaching in the other direction. Son stopped suddenly and examined one particular plant.

“Dad what colour do you think this will be when it blooms. The obvious colour would be pinky red. But you never know. We will need to keep coming back to check”

He started piling rocks up into a stack.

What are you doing……

“Making a cairn so we can identify the exact plant for our return visits to see Doris”

The plant is now called Doris. He always gives stuff that he likes or is interested in pet names. I think he may have got that from my mum. She did the same. But she was sneaky. She only used one pet name for everything. Pidge. Family, friends, pets, strangers you name it … all called Pidge. That way she never forgot a name.

From now on we will take this new route via Doris. It is now part of the daily routine and will be set in stone. These sort of things are so important to our son. Routine and focusing on particular themes and objects. I remember a Doctor who was extremely keen to find a course of treatment to help stop ‘the obsessive traits which are common in kids like your son’. The Doctor was clearly confused when we (son included) politely refused. It’s who he is. His personality. It’s our son. AND most importantly he likes the trait. Why should he change to fit in with societies blinkered viewpoint.

So in a few moments we are off to see Doris. You know what … I’m quite look forward to it as well.

78 thoughts on “Doris

  1. Aww. Doris is a LOVELY name. My grandmother was called that, and she was a VERY lovely lady. May Doris fare well, and may we in time find out what colour she is. Looking forward to hearing more about Doris, Gary

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  2. I’m so glad you buck the trend of allowing supposed pillars of society apply limiting ‘labels’ to make children fit in with their narrowminded lives. Encourage his creativity…get him to set up his own instagram account, share your photography skills with him…watch him blossom, just like Doris!

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  3. Good on Son, good on you, good on Doris, keep being an individual and sod the societal bullcrap – they are all so keen to make everyoine the same and then criticise everyone for thinking like sheep … well that ‘s just baaaaad on their level 🙂

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  4. Ty for letting him Be. I did not learn how until now. I was always trying to be what society( husband, family, children, etc) wanted and constantly failed except in my nursing. My love of my patients was never questioned and my joy. Now I am who I am thru Jesus. What freedome. 🙂

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  5. Awesome! I hope we will see more pics, as Doris comes into full bloom? I, too, am a creature of routine. I walk on the .8 mile track behind our house. I do 4 laps, and then the trek to and fro adds an extra .8 miles, for a total of 4 miles, which is about all I can handle. But, I always walk the track counter-clockwise. One day, for some reason that I can no longer remember, I started walking it clockwise, and I was so miserable by the end of the first lap I just came home … no joy! 😀

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      1. That interests me. At the home I grew up in, I could walk in a circle through some rooms. I didn’t have a set direction, but I would do it for time without counting.

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  6. I name random stuff too and my partner has even started using the names as well! Good for you for not listening to them – it’s sad when so many families take the advice of so-called experts without questioning whether it’s really the right thing to do or something that will ultimately help the child.

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      1. Unless some one/thing is an actual danger or unavoidably becoming one, I do not think a service provider has the right to be offended at a polite refusal. S/He sounds like one of the bad old school.

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