How can you be so happy and so sad at the exact same time. Well, however it can happen, I’m doing it well. Owen has pretty much screamed at me since we got home from church. When I was a little girl I wanted a huge family. I wanted a boy, a girl, a boy, twin girls, a boy, and round it out with one more girl, because you know you can plan all of this. I wanted to name one of the boys Nathan Junior Allen Mitchell. One boy, four names and I had a lot more kids I had to come up with names for. I wanted the twin girls to be MacKenzie and Colby, so I could call them Mac and Cheese. I wanted kids for as long as I could remember. Years went by. No kids. More years went by. And then one day my miracle came along. My expectations were that I was going to be an amazing mother and mother the heck out of my child. Sometimes expectations get in the way of emotions, or maybe I’ve got that backwards. I remember the amazing day Owen was put in my arms for the very first time. I don’t know that anything will ever compare to that dream coming true. It was my Mother’s Day. My eyes still fill with tears thinking about that moment. The journey with autism, however, is completely different than I ever imagined. I was remembering a moment in time. Before Owen turned two I gave him a tiny set of drums. He sat on the stool, hitting those drums with all his might, making beautiful music. Within a few months, instead of making beautiful music with the drums, he was sitting inside the biggest drum, not interacting with them, or me, at all. Every single day I search for answers to help my baby. Today, on Mother’s Day, I’m thankful for Owen. The journey is not always easy to explain, but the love, there’s nothing to compare to it. Everybody’s got something and your story is worth sharing, someone needs to know they are not alone in the journey called life. 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.