Just a hundred yesterdays ago I wondered if Owen would talk. I had to believe he would, I told him he could do it, and I had to stay positive about it, but I still questioned it. The doctors told me he might not talk but I kept reminding Owen he could do anything he set his mind to. And today my boy is talking up a storm, singing in French, and screaming at the tv in Spanish. Well, it seems like he is screaming in every language now. The connections he is making are incredible. He was singing, “red orange yellow green blue”, with an episode of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and playing his xylophone that has the colors as the notes. He was hitting the colors as he was singing. He was full of energy today, much more than me. He doesn’t understand that I can’t handle all of his emotions and my emotions at the same time. He also doesn’t understand that I can not instantaneously do something he wants. He will stick his tablet right in my face or in my hands wanting me to help him, screaming if I don’t jump to attention. I try to get him to understand we have to work together and that he has to wait a minute sometimes. I tell him to ask for help so I know that he wants me to do something. It’s still a hard concept for him. He did his own countdown for bed but kept adding five more minutes to the timing. I tried to do bedtime a little differently hoping it wouldn’t take three hours again, instead it took two and I fell asleep waiting for him to fall asleep. The fake snoring gets me every time. I dream of what’s to come for tomorrow and I know that he will keep growing and growing. Find your strength, believe in the hope of tomorrow, and know that you are important. 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.