I couldn’t see the clock the first time Owen woke up but I sure could the second time. It wasn’t even five o’clock in the morning and the dude was ready to start his day. The request started coming in before I could even process that I was awake, or supposed to be awake. “Tablet”, he cried out. I told him that he could have it if he gave me five more minutes. He needed to lay back down, I told him. Truly, I was hoping he would fall back asleep, knowing full well he was not going back to sleep and he was not giving me five more minutes. “Set the timer”, he said. And what did I do, I set the timer, for five minutes no less. Seriously, I had control of the timer and I set it for five minutes, why not an hour and five minutes I thought as it went off. But it really didn’t make a difference, I think thirty seconds into it and he was still requesting things, “tablet”, followed by, “I want chocolate milk please in French”. He didn’t say it in French but he said it with french in it. He cracks me up with all his languages and how fluid he flows from one to the next when he doesn’t even think about it. Sometimes the only reason I know what language he is using is the way he says the words. I got up and I pushed the coffee button. It wasn’t set to start for another hour. There wasn’t any way I could wait that long. “Mr golden sun please shine down on me”, Owen sang out loud from the other room. I love hearing him sing and I love that he does it without me even asking him. The breakfast request came in. In fact, he had two breakfasts, cereal and then waffles. A little while later I made myself some cinnamon raisin toast with cream cheese. He was already asking for more cereal so I made an extra piece of toast. I wanted to see if he liked it. He doesn’t always like sweet foods. I gave him a bite without cream cheese and he liked it. I put the cream cheese on it and he loved it too. So I gave him the rest of the piece and he ate it all. He then ate another one of mine. I asked him if he was done or I could make some more. He said, “make”. More went right into the toaster. He came running from around the corner and went right to his soccer ball. I was so excited to see him pick it up. He was carrying it around, occasionally throwing it here and there. He was smiling so big. I don't know what made him grab it but to see him play with his toys is so rare and I didn’t have to prompt him at all. I wish he could tell me what made him want to play with it but he brought a couple of his other balls to me to play as well. Whatever the reason was it made me happy. I’m thankful for the moments of joy we both had today. Live in the moment, dream of a brighter tomorrow, and smile for the world to see. 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.