Owen slept all night in his bed again. At seven years of age this still shocks me. Shocks me because he doesn’t most nights and shocks me when he does. You would think by now I would be used to it, but I’m not. He woke happy and hungry. He has been eating more lately and the coolest thing ever is when he tells me what he wants. He will say, “want some turkey pwease”. There’s a great feeling when he can express his needs and wants. I’m still trying to find more foods that he will eat. He’s not a big sweet eater, unlike his momma, and he prefers crunchy foods or meats to anything else. He will eat things like hummus, egg salad, and salsa quickly, but you hand him a cookie and it may or may not be eaten. If he doesn’t have his shoes on food is automatically put between his toes. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said, “we don’t put food between our toes” and he has proven me wrong. Phrasing is everything. Owen is very in tune with the texture of foods. And he is becoming more aware of it, as well. He loves to not only stick food in his toes but rub it across his face. He had no concept of messy but likes order in the chaos. He wants everything in its spot, almost routine in nature for the items. It’s like he sees the picture of how everything should look and when the picture has something in the wrong place it needs to be corrected. If I go through the house putting things in different places he will go back through and put them where he needs them to go. It’s also the same for the lights in our house. There are certain ones that can only be on for certain moments in time. I can’t walk into my bedroom, turn on the light, realize I left something in the other room, go get it, and expect the bedroom light to still be on. He will run from whatever room he is in to turn it off if he wasn’t already following me, to begin with. It’s a slow process to change these wheels in motion. I will tell him to leave the light on, even when I’m standing in the room, he will turn them off. One step at a time we go through the motions of life. I try to explain to him why we do the things we do. Today and always we grow together, learning and loving, that’s what we do. Life isn’t always easy to explain, but your story is important, you are important. 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.