Well, it happened. Nope, nada, no school. I get it, I totally and completely get it. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to cry the biggest river I can when there is no school. The weather strikes again. I had just told Owen he was still going to school and then I heard the sound of an email. I didn’t look. I knew in my heart what it was going to say and I wanted to cry but I waited until the phone rang and the words “school board” flashed across the screen. The time gave it away but there it was the words. No, no, no I wanted to scream but still knew and understood why. Owen once again did well throughout the day, only checking to make sure he was to “be with mommy” and “no school today” but it’s the nighttime that all the behavioral moments surface. He doesn’t want to fall asleep until he defines what happened for the day, what is happening the next day, and all the days forever and ever amen. It makes me anxious thinking about what will happen tomorrow and the tomorrows yet to come. His vocabulary and comprehension skills do not necessarily match and that makes it even harder for him. I’m sure on one level he gets it but still, the tears, the screams, the heartbreak he shows when his routine is gone puts a quiver on my lip and a tear rolling down my cheek as I write this. And more sadness from me because all I want him to do is go to sleep so his sadness is lessened. I’m going to focus on the fun, funny side of my sweet baby O. I tell him all the time how he makes my day and that I love him with all my heart. We got a grocery delivery and when they knocked on the door he said, “hotdog we got a visitor”. I’m thinking this had to have come from the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse or some other show. As we sat eating our dinner, Owen sang “single bells single bells single all the way”, his year-round Christmas song, and then proceeded to throw a couple of pieces of his remaining chicken into the area and then picking up one of the pieces and eating it. After that little adventure took place he shook his milk cup around, spewing little droplets of chocolate milk everywhere. Thankfully, luckily, and oh my word why child, why there was nothing left in the cup but it still made a mess. “Need to go potty”, he exclaimed eating the last bite of chicken, and off he ran. His fascination for the toilet and my complete and utter wanna run away from it feelings meet no where in the middle. Why my child has to love water so much, I want to know. He is much faster than me and I’m glad the water party doesn’t happen every single time he goes to the bathroom. Through challenges and victories, we made it together through our day. Never give up on the hope of tomorrow. Remember you are amazing and can accomplish anything you set your mind to. 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.