The talk of the town is “school’s over”. Well, it’s the talk of our little world at least. The anxiousness Owen has been dealing with is causing him to repeat words and scenarios over and over and over and some more over again. It’s constant. He has done this over the years, but now it’s daily and for hours at a time. Distracting him takes all of my efforts and energy. I rapid-fire questions to him, hoping one of them will be what changes his focus, but this is how he processes things. At night when I lay down with him, I pray that my leg stretching out or me moving in any way won’t start the process again. He flings his head up and down on his pillow, seeking a sensory input I can’t give him. We work on joint compressions, feet massages, and breathing techniques, but I think they all work quicker on me. He pounds on the bed so much I’m waiting for it to break through. Heck, I’m waiting to fall to the basement with some of his moves. If I don’t respond they get more powerful. If I do respond he yells about it or starts crying. There are answers and solutions to all of this, but it’s not something that Owen easily moves on from. It takes my repetitive actions before it gets him to stop. We laughed a lot, sang songs, he did great with going to the bathroom on his own, and he played games with me. We painted together working on his fine motor skills and he even did it with very little prompting from me. This is what I hold on to and know we made it through our day with some fun. And lots of coffee for me. I know I’ve talked a lot about coffee around him when he says to me “you need more coffee”. I laugh and tell him yes I do. He fell asleep in under two hours today. That feels like a victory. I sit here at ten o’clock at night in the quiet of the house, drinking coffee, eating pretzels, and praying that my sweet baby O has peace tomorrow throughout our day. Treasure the smiles, celebrate even the smallest of victories, and find your inspiration to grow even in the middle of chaos. 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.