“I wan help pwease trash an let’s trash an”, Owen says to me, grabbing my hand, walking to the kitchen, and reaching towards the bananas that are sitting on the counter. He wanted me to throw them away in the trash can. I told him no, that I would move them. Bananas are the meltdown food of all meltdown foods except he doesn’t understand how much he loves to eat them. If he doesn’t see them he will eat them squished on his food like his waffles. We’ve come full circle though, at least he can now be in the same room with them. I had to pick Owen up from school this morning. He had gotten sick. When I picked him up his face was still a little ashen, but as the morning moved on he was drinking and eating fine, now requesting a hot dog. I’m not sure if he’ll eat it but he is keeping everything else down. He said he wanted to take a nap. But really he wanted to be covered up with the blanket and then uncovered and covered and uncovered. This is a constant with him now. He screams for the blanket even while he is covered. This went on for an hour. He ate most of his lunch, asking for more veggie straws and milk. I wish he could tell me what was wrong with him this morning, but I’m thankful it seems to be gone. His words are stronger every day and he’s beginning to be able to explain to me more of his wants and needs. I remind myself this is still the beginning of our story and there is so much more that is unwritten. As he yells at me to vacuum, knowing he doesn’t want me to vacuum, I am thankful for the little things. Don’t let this day wear you down, let this day make you shine. Follow your heart, sing praises of glory, and keep writing your story. 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.