“Pull pull”, Owen squeals from the back seat. “Pants are off”, he continues. When my head tells me to do something I should do it, but somehow I convinced myself his pants would be fine. The dude had another growth spurt. His pants are ever so slightly too short for him. They come right at where his shoe meets the edge of his pants, instead of them covering his shoe. When he was at home and sitting on the couch he noticed. When he was standing he was fine with them. I should have changed them, but I thought it would be okay since as soon as he stood he wasn’t concerned with them anymore. But here we are heading off to church, sitting. Counting, singing, animal naming, the distractions began. I just had to keep driving. He started noticing more and more about what he is wearing, maybe because I point it out more. I explained to him that he had a growth spurt and his pants were a little shorter now. He starts yelling, “too short”. He always wants me to be in specific clothes, at specific times, but he hasn’t been aware of his clothes. Now he is. Once we got to church he moved on from it, but back in the car, he was well aware his pants were not fine. Textures, colors, and design all play a big part in what Owen likes or doesn’t like. And it seems like he is really beginning to notice it more and more. When I put his socks on him today, he moved them multiple times. He never does this. He’s growing into his body. My job is to help him understand it and listen to his concerns. Those pants are moving on and he is moving up a size. Grow Owen, grow. I’m learning and growing, too. Learn from yesterday and grow for tomorrow. Make today matter. 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.