The car is becoming a huge request for Owen. He was almost to the point of tears because we didn’t take the car to the bus stop. This is one of those things that once the train is in motion, or rather the car, where does it stop. If I take him in the car today, but can’t tomorrow how will he handle it. Will it cause a meltdown every day if we don’t go in the car. I have to be prepared for that. Sometimes it makes the situation worse if we do certain steps without a reason. And then I think maybe this is his way of telling me something and I should listen to him. The car, in general, is so hard for him. He wants to get exactly where we need to be without stopping for anything. As soon as a light changes to red I brace for the screams that don’t always come, but have come enough that I’m expecting them. He will even shout out, “it’s green” if for any reason I’m moving slower down a road or have to stop for a car. I try to explain to him that we can’t go when he thinks we should, but that doesn’t always help. He did great in the car last night as we drove to church, but his focus had moved to seeing the moon. He wanted to see it and every time I turned he then couldn’t see it through the window, plus the mountains kept getting in the way. How do I explain any of this to him. He’s very fascinated with space and rocket ships. He started watching them on the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and then he would play games with rocket ships, counting them down for blastoff. When we got to church we sang about the moon and he told me other facts that he had learned. He has stored so much information, waiting to be able to say the words. There is no greater feeling than hearing Owen tell me something that I know was years in the making, reciting phrases that he learned as a baby and performing actions he can do now. Miracles happen every day. I watch mine grow before my very eyes. The little boy the doctors told me might not talk is not only talking, but singing songs while playing an instrument and reciting facts about the moon. Never give up. Dream big, live loud, and make today matter. 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.