“Veggie straw”, Owen said, as he stuffed a handful in his mouth. He wanted me to get him more before he even finished what was on his plate. I can’t convince him to pick up one at a time so generally, he drops several out of the handful he is holding. When they fall to the ground I very rarely see a connection to the fact that they even fell. Every once in a while if it’s the last one he will pay attention to it but otherwise, it seems like the floor isn’t in his realm. If he does happen to notice that one dropped he will either pick it up and eat it or step on it, squishing it between his toes. He was mixed with emotions today, requesting his teacher every few minutes. I sometimes wonder if he thinks it will all be taken away from him again. Routine means everything and to not be able to have a schedule that works for him was truly hard. He thrives in school and loves his teacher. The progress is amazing already. But I see the anxiety of the last year hanging on to him as well. He sang a lot for me. He wanted to be in my lap, with me holding his feet while he did it as well. He wanted the input and he needed the pressure. I think he might be going through another growth spurt because that always seems like he wants more input when he has one. He is so incredibly strong. He’s also very flexible and can get his body into these pretzel moves like I’ve never seen before. I can’t wait to get him back into gymnastics. I still wonder when the right time to put him back into activities will be because I’m worried they will be taken away from us again. It would be devastating for him to go through this all again. For today I think about the progress and dream of what tomorrow will bring. He is accomplishing amazing things and I see his spirit soaring. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Find your happiness and go after your dreams. 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.