Sensory Win ... I mean, Bin!

11:08 AM

I have been following my older sister's lead when it comes to teaching preschool. She has been imparting all of her knowledge on early childhood to me and it has been great! She taught for several years in schools that served typical and atypical learners. I even observed her at one point and was amazed by her ability to keep littles engaged for such a long period of time. 

When my husband and I decided to "test" home-education out for our family, I was a deer-in-headlights. I may have conceived, carried, and birthed these littles, but I was CLUELESS on the educating of their small minds. Megan, my sister, is my God-send. 

My son has always struggled with textures. He didn't like touching ANYTHING. 

*He ate yogurt from a spoon by scraping his teeth across it, just so it didn't touch his lips. 

*He can't handle cooked carrots. 

*Having to touch new textures would turn into a huge meltdown. 

*Bath time wasn't his favorite, but it got him clean, so it was doable. 

He is not on the spectrum, nor did the doctors see any reason that he couldn't/shouldn't be playing in mud, or enjoying tub time. Now we were preschool age and still struggling. 

My sister, knowing my son's love for learning, decided to create this magical bucket. She called it a sensory bin. Apparently, that was a thing. I had NEVER heard of these. Quick description: anything that has texture and is placed in a container for kids to play with/in. That's it.

I was skeptical when she had 2 buckets: one with shaving cream and the other with water. 
Megan called both boys to the yard where she had literally tossed a bucket of foam letters into her yard. The only instructions was "find the letters!" Any they did. Every time the boys found a letter, they had to climb the stairs of her porch and drop them into the bucket with shaving cream. They continued this undtil all of the letters had been collect. Now covered in shaving cream, the boys had to get the letters out and clean them off in the water bucket. From there the letters were transported to a large piece of butcher paper with the alphabet. Here they were to match the letters. 
All went well until ... you guessed it ... the shaving cream. My kid was NOT having it. He wanted the letter so badly, and wanted to participate with matching on the butcher paper, but this dadgum white cream stood in his way. 

He sat. 

I sat. 

He cried. 

I listened. 

**My heart hurt**

Then, something amazing happened. Megan came over and asked C what happens when his hands get dirty at home. He told her that he washes his hands or uses a wet wipe. She put her hand in the shaving cream and pulled it out showing the white mess. She asked him what she should do. He told her, she needed to wash it off. She pointed to the water where her son was working "cleaning" the foam letters. "You mean with water?" *LIGHTBULB!* My little man realized that he didn't have to STAY dirty. He wasn't STUCK being dirty. In fact, part of this activity involved getting clean! 

Now, I'd love to say that he dove in and didn't care anymore about textures. That would be a straight up lie. I will tell you, he realized that things are not always final. Dirt can be cleaned. Textures are not permanent ... in fact, they are sometimes rather fun :) 

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