Owen woke requesting milk, ran to the potty, and got the tv on before I could even think about my first cup of coffee. You know that cup that you stand at the pot waiting for, wondering why it’s taking so long, only to realize that it’s not good enough to add the coffee and water you must actually push the button. Luckily, after I made that discovery the coffee helped wake me, some. Today was a much better day. I was still holding my emotions inside, but it truly was a better day. I really had to concentrate on the great moments and not think about the ones we have to work through. I asked Owen to bring me the package of baby wipes. They were sitting right bedside his guitar. I pointed, but he doesn’t understand the imaginary line that leads all the way from my finger to the wipes. I pointed and kept my arm outstretched. He still couldn’t understand I wanted the wipes. I used different names and then I tried to play I spy with him, telling him the color of the package, but he was getting very frustrated and tried to bring me the guitar multiple times. I stood walking closer to the wipes, still pointing. He didn’t understand and his foot started banging on the floor. At this point, I knew that I better wrap it up so it didn’t cause him to have a meltdown. I was right next to them and told him to bring these to mommy, pointing right on them. I sat back down and he picked them up, bringing them to me. I went on to use the wipes, showing him what I was doing, and then helping him with his tablet. The whole reason I needed the wipes, to begin with. His tablet still had lunch all over it so I wanted to clean it before it went everywhere. There were only two things on the side table I was pointing towards, his guitar and the wipes. He couldn’t process that the wipes were there. No matter how many times I was pointing he thought I wanted the guitar and he didn’t even try to touch the baby wipes. We are still working on directions and what it means to move in certain orders. It’s all very frustrating to him. He knows left, right, and straight, but in general, he always says the word right however, he doesn’t know to move to the right. I quickly moved this all out of my focus and thought about how many good times we had and the laughs he gave me. I think we both ate all day and I’m thankful for all the new foods he has been trying. I told him again that he’s my miracle and he can do anything he sets his mind to. Never give up. Today is one moment in time and remember that you can do it. Tomorrow is a brand new day. 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.