Owen told the trash can “thank you”. My first thought, I’m raising a polite little boy. I always tell him that we need to respect each other and always be kind. I don’t think there was a second thought because the millions of emotions started swarming through my mind when he told it thank you. I got one of those fancy trash cans hoping to keep Owen out of it, all you have to do is swipe your hand over the sensory, and it opens. Keeping him out of the trash can didn’t work because he would pull up the lid so instead, I decided to teach him how to open it. This went over about as well as the fact that my water was off for a while today. It didn’t bother him so much when it was off until it made a horrific noise as it started filling the pipes again. There was a main break down the street and we were without water. Now I have to boil the water for his bath and he can’t have the shower running. He drinks the bathwater no matter what I do to stop him and we can’t have that right now. My heart stops every time something like this happens. He still talks about our power being out for a whole day because someone hit a pole and I’ve lost track of how long ago it was now, maybe two years ago but he never forgets. Distraction is how the night has gone. I never baby-proofed my house because Owen never tried to open anything. He was hardly ever alone unless he was in his crib and as he grew I had a few baby gates put up but opening cabinets, let alone anything in a cabinet wasn’t physically or mentally something he would do. Now, I find myself needing to do exactly that and find ways to limit his access to areas around the house. I had to put a lock on the basement door so he wouldn’t walk down the steps, same with the attic. Even though the attic is upstairs he says he wants to “go down the steps”. Either way, I had to block the access. And now I have to figure out want to do with the things in my medicine cabinet. He got our toothbrushes out. He did use mine but that’s no big deal. However, what else will he find interesting now that he is an explorer. All of it went in a higher cabinet and the locks will come tomorrow. He walked up to me and started saying, “no Santa Claus today”. I told him he was correct. I’m not sure why he started thinking about him but he was singing Christmas songs in French. Then I told him he was going to be turning nine soon. He started screaming at me “no no no”. I thought wait until you’re fifty kiddo. Off to start boiling the water as I’m being serenaded with his good morning song that’s making me smile. We cannot let every day sit on a shelf and not live our dreams out loud. Find your strength and keep pushing forward. 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.