
Music is a pervasive part of our culture. It supplements visual input with movies, TV shows (and commercials), video games and serves as a distinctive form of art which stands alone. Like most people, music is a powerful part of my life; it sooths me when I’m upset and stimulates me when I’m low. I select my music based on my emotions.
My son, Ethan, who lives with Asperger’s Syndrome, seems to have a very personal relationship with music, too. Since he was in the womb, he’s been exposed to music. We chose selections from classical composers to play specifically for Ethan when I was pregnant. As an infant, he continued to enjoy these selections in his nursery at naptimes and bedtime.
As he grew and developed, he picked up singing and humming – I love that Ethan always has a song in his head. About four years ago, when we visited my family out of state, my Dad commented on Ethan’s propensity for humming tunes; Papa dubbed Ethan “The Little Hummerboy” that winter. It is a nickname that resonates still this day.