I’m supposed to be doing a lot of things, but instead I’m concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. Some days feel rough around the edges, but there are parts that are like those chocolates that have the awesome gooey centers. Owen’s smile makes my day, his laughter is contagious, but his cries break my heart. Last night he seemed to be happy, and then as he laid there trying to sleep, he started crying. It’s emotions he can’t describe, but there they were. All I could do is hold him, letting him know I was here. He fell asleep quickly after that, and slept most of the night. I could hardly sleep last night. Everything, and nothing woke me. When I picked Owen up from school, he started talking to me. He recites all the different places he wants to go, and the phrases he knows. As we drove, we talked about each light as we were coming up to them. I’m trying to find ways to lessen the meltdowns over the one particular light. As we are approaching the lights I will say, “what color is it”, going on to tell him the color, and that we may, or may not have to stop. He now says, “what color is it” as we drive down the road, sometimes saying the colors. I was anxious, and hopeful as we approached the light that always causes him meltdowns. My new strategy hadn’t worked yet, but I felt good about today. The light right before it turned green as soon as we stopped, I was hoping the next one would turn green. I prepared him, I had to stay calm, and ahead we went. We had to stop. I talked, and talked, and talked as we sat there. His voice got a squeak in it. I heard it. I talked louder. Seconds seemed like hours. I told him to count to ten if he was upset, that we would be through the light soon. The numbers were rambled off quickly, and the light changed, but the meltdown did not start. I celebrate that huge victory with him. I shouted, “you did it I’m so proud of you”. He said, “we are home we will be soon”. And off to home I drove. This was a huge moment for us, thankful for his progress. I’m still walking on eggshells, but I think the strategy is working. Rejoice in your victories, celebrate your journeys, and keep moving 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.