Welcome to SunMonTuesWedThursFriSaturday of the pandemic. I’ve quickly realized that volume control would be an amazing feature if manufacturers would realize we need it. Owen refuses to leave the volume down on the television. I’ve turned it off more times than I can count today, explaining to him that he can watch it again if he keeps the volume down. He likes to turn it up really loud, cover his ears with his hands, and scream at the top of his lungs, laughing the entire time he does it. Me, well I’m not laughing. He asked about church and school dozens of times as the day wore on. I’m thankful our routine might be returning even if it’s not exactly and completely routine. I’m worried about how he will handle it if he has to stop going again. I’m emotional thinking about it, but like many places that are opening, closing, or making people quarantine themselves makes me know it could happen. This one time I don’t think I’m overthinking. We had lasagna for dinner. To say Owen likes lasagna is an understatement. To say Owen wore the lasagna that he likes is even a bigger understatement. It was everywhere. Everywhere. I try to get him to use a fork and he actually did pretty good with it, but it doesn’t help when he pulls the lasagna back out of his mouth with his hands. There was even lasagna in his ears, for that matter there was probably lasagna in my ears too. I have to remember he loves it because I really never want to give it to him again. He ran ahead of me to the bathroom. The wall, the door, the light switch, the toilet, the sink, and the towels all had it on them before I could even get there and I wasn’t even thirty seconds behind him. He was yelling about the light still being on because instead of going through all the bedtime steps I rushed us to the bathroom to prevent as much repurposed lasagna everywhere. This meant he wanted to come back and check on the lights. Somehow, and I still don’t know how I convinced him to take his bath. He’s asleep now and this momma is worn out. For the love of Owen, I grow and learn. Through tired eyes, I smile brighter remembering Owen sing multiple songs in multiple languages. In days of struggle remember tomorrow the sun will rise and the rays of sunshine will blanket through the earth. Never give up. 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.