The quiet time, the me time starts when Owen falls asleep. I stay up way too late but it’s the only time I have to sit and reflect on the rollercoaster of emotions we both go through daily. I don’t know which one of us is learning to cope more through our emotions. All in all, we had a relatively calm day. Maybe I didn’t try to rock the boat or maybe I breathed a little harder. Either way, we made it. The day started early but it started after that glorious third night in a row of sleep. Almost feels like so long ago but it was only this morning I was celebrating the fact that it was three nights in a row and he slept until after five. He even went to the potty on his own before he came looking for me. I think it was mostly because the door wasn’t positioned correctly but either way he went. Each day I rejoice in the victories. I try to let them win the day instead of the sadness I feel when his screams echo through my soul and feel like they are nipping on my toes. He sat in his “campO” shirt, what he calls his camo shirt, with his bunny slippers on, and he asked for the video “going on a bear hunK”. I love when he adds letters to words or changes them ever so slightly. They keep me smiling and guessing sometimes. He started recognizing “air conditionNU” units on buildings. I’m not sure why but now he yells out every time he sees one. Maybe air conditioner repair is the next learning experience for us. He was being so sweet this morning. He kept walking up to me and kissing my forehead and cheek as I do with him. The language train was in full motion. He came to me wanting “how to start windows in ice and snow in Arabic” and “how to say I want yellow house and check for trains in Russian”. I’m fascinated by his fascination with languages. I’m trying to find a translator that does more languages for him and is easy for us to use. We had several cooking projects today to fulfill the request to bake. We made a crustless ham and broccoli quiche. He helped me mix all the ingredients in and when we added the ham he said, “throw it in the trash”. He likes turkey better. I knew he would love the eggs and cheese but was not sure how he would like the broccoli. I knew once the ham was cooked he would like it. After it was done I was feeding him bites to see what he thought. He was liking all of it, eating it without questions. I’m trying to find ways to get him to eat more vegetables but then I gave him a bite and put the plate in front of him. He looked at the plate and thought he was eating a frog. He made himself gag and ran away from the table screaming “no more eat frog today”. I thought broccoli look like trees but I guess frogs it is. The bread bowl we made went over a little easier. Thanks to Owen watching Curious George he wanted to vacuum the living room numerous times. I swear he’s going to make me an expert cleaner yet even though I’m still staring at numerous veggie straws, shrimp, and snacks from our day. Another cup of coffee and maybe I’ll have the energy to sweep it up. He once again fell asleep late, talking about not going to school, and I wanted to cry out along with him. Maybe this can be night four. Maybe someday I’ll stop counting the days. The joy comes from seeing his smile, his laughter will fill my heart with happiness, and his words will shine bright in my memories for years to comes. Push forward, go after your dreams, and know that you are a blessing to our world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.