I do believe Owen might be a little tired from our adventures yesterday. It was a long day, for both of us. He slept until a little after six, then got into bed with me, with very few words spoken. He laid there with me for almost a half hour, before the milk request even came up. He’s very clingy today, and the little reminders of our day still creep into our moments. “Turn de light onT”, he will say, but yet when we came home from church he wanted all the lights off, so he could “take a nap”. What that really means is he wants me to lay on my bed, and he run back, and forth between our bedrooms; leaving his tablet on my bed, and laughing about it. He will move the video he is watching to a certain point, run away from it, and wait until he hears exactly the part he wants. He runs back in the room to start it all over again. He’s been asking to paint every day now. I asked him if he wants to paint a church, or a background. He will say he wants to paint a ball, or name something like an animal, but always paints a church. He said, he wanted to paint bubbles, so I told him those were circles. He painted a circle. We still did the same support method, but he went through all the steps to paint lots of bubbles. When he was done, I asked him if he wanted to sign it O, or Owen. He said, “Owen”, and happily wrote out “O W E N”, as he said each letter. He finished, told me “it’s pwretty”, and then immediately said “let’s take a baff”. Off to the bath we went; I’m beginning to think a bath is a reward to him. I cut a little of his hair before he took a bath. “Cut cut cut”, he said, as I was getting ready to use the scissors. I do a little at a time, hoping that it’s easier for him that way. He still seems to be having a hard time processing yesterday. But looking at the day as a whole, he really handled it well. Autism is as much about how I handle it, as it is about Owen having it. Learning to adapt quickly, and change plans is something I was never really great at, but life teaches you about life, and here we are today. Through Owen’s eyes he is my teacher, and together we are learning how to keep moving forward. Know you are a lot stronger than you think you are. 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.