I had one happy boy because he slept all night. I slept better than I have the last few nights and I was feeling better. Owen had all the plans and couldn’t wait to hear if my plans lined up with his. I told him that he was going to his grandma’s house and from there it was nonstop talking about his day.
He wanted his grandma to pick him up at our house so that I could video his grandma pulling up to the house and them leaving. This still amazes me. First, that he can handle her coming to our house, and second, that he wants videos now. People at our house at the wrong time for the right reasons or any reason have caused more meltdowns than I can think about.
The hours that I have spent holding him while he cried because someone knocked on our door when he couldn’t handle it are unimaginable, let alone when someone stayed too long and he needed them to leave. He’s kinda, sorta better about the meltdown part but the right people at the right time have to be here. Every single day he asks me if certain people are coming and when they are coming back. He needs to know but now he wants people to drop him off at his house and pick him up. The anxiousness I still feel from it is incredible because I never know when the next meltdown or scream will come from. For now, I am embracing the baby steps from both of us.
How do I explain puberty and pimples to my now thirteen-year-old son? He had a pimple on his forehead above his eyebrow and he kept telling me he wanted to take his eyebrow off and picking at it. Hormones and exploration abound and now picking at his eyebrows to get the pimple causes another stir in my heart. I think about all the hair he pulled out when he wanted to twist his hair all the time. I pray for understanding and guidance for both of us as he moves through these waters of life.
He spent the morning with his grandma and then I went to pick him up after lunch. We stayed there for a while and I talked to my mom about how he is talking so loudly now. The loudness has become louder in our house over the last week and now I wonder if it is teenager loud, if his hearing is changing, or if he has an infection in his ears and isn’t showing any other signs. He talks louder constantly now. He used to get infections in his ears and never complained. The only way I knew would be when he would touch his ears and that was something he never did. The screaming and noises are louder but he also talks louder than he ever did before. I’m going to make an appointment with his doctor and see what the next steps should be.
On today’s edition of what does Owen want he has asked for a blue house with brown wood, white windows, a yellow door, and a black car because his best friend’s father drives a black SUV. He also wants a blue and tan room. The best part… “Duck get duck soon,” he said. I told him we would get a duck. The duck he wants and I support one hundred percent is a huge rubber ducky like they had in front of the spa and pool store near us that “flew the coop.” He wants it to sit out front of the house. It was easily ten feet tall I think. It was a big inflatable they tied down but it must have broken. We are for sure going to have one. I pray we find some property soon and I can make all his dreams come true.
“Owen Emerson do not touch mommy’s toe,” he said laughing hysterically as he touched my toe. Between that and the screaming at me tonight was quite a process. He is now truly showing those teenage moments. He laughs at everything I say or tell him to do with a big “no” and walks away. I am now having to childproof things I never even had to think about doing before because he knows nothing about danger. His fascination with “cut the paper with scissors” has him wanting scissors all the time but he truly does not understand the rule “do not run with scissors.” All the scissors are hidden but “licking the glue stick” is his next go-to phrase so away goes the glue too. The laughter tells me he isn’t processing how any of his actions could be dangerous and I pray for those connections for him. To have a child who has no fear brings every fear out in me.
It was a million stomp night before Owen could head to his bed. He asked me over and over again if he got to see his teacher tomorrow. I told him yes and redirected him as much as possible. The meltdown was only tethered by one more string before it was going to start if I didn’t calm him down. But I wanted to have the meltdown right there with him. I prayed hard tonight for God to give me strength and for Owen’s understanding. I need God’s arms around him to keep him safe and for this I prayed.
Bedtime happened for him but my mind wandered around all the day’s bumps and whistles. Tomorrow is mammogram day. I pray for an all clear. I pray for continued healing. I pray for tomorrow. Through the valleys and the challenges, I remember how far we’ve come. Walk in strength even when you feel like you are crumbling. God’s got you. Smiles to all and donut daze!
He wanted his grandma to pick him up at our house so that I could video his grandma pulling up to the house and them leaving. This still amazes me. First, that he can handle her coming to our house, and second, that he wants videos now. People at our house at the wrong time for the right reasons or any reason have caused more meltdowns than I can think about.
The hours that I have spent holding him while he cried because someone knocked on our door when he couldn’t handle it are unimaginable, let alone when someone stayed too long and he needed them to leave. He’s kinda, sorta better about the meltdown part but the right people at the right time have to be here. Every single day he asks me if certain people are coming and when they are coming back. He needs to know but now he wants people to drop him off at his house and pick him up. The anxiousness I still feel from it is incredible because I never know when the next meltdown or scream will come from. For now, I am embracing the baby steps from both of us.
How do I explain puberty and pimples to my now thirteen-year-old son? He had a pimple on his forehead above his eyebrow and he kept telling me he wanted to take his eyebrow off and picking at it. Hormones and exploration abound and now picking at his eyebrows to get the pimple causes another stir in my heart. I think about all the hair he pulled out when he wanted to twist his hair all the time. I pray for understanding and guidance for both of us as he moves through these waters of life.
He spent the morning with his grandma and then I went to pick him up after lunch. We stayed there for a while and I talked to my mom about how he is talking so loudly now. The loudness has become louder in our house over the last week and now I wonder if it is teenager loud, if his hearing is changing, or if he has an infection in his ears and isn’t showing any other signs. He talks louder constantly now. He used to get infections in his ears and never complained. The only way I knew would be when he would touch his ears and that was something he never did. The screaming and noises are louder but he also talks louder than he ever did before. I’m going to make an appointment with his doctor and see what the next steps should be.
On today’s edition of what does Owen want he has asked for a blue house with brown wood, white windows, a yellow door, and a black car because his best friend’s father drives a black SUV. He also wants a blue and tan room. The best part… “Duck get duck soon,” he said. I told him we would get a duck. The duck he wants and I support one hundred percent is a huge rubber ducky like they had in front of the spa and pool store near us that “flew the coop.” He wants it to sit out front of the house. It was easily ten feet tall I think. It was a big inflatable they tied down but it must have broken. We are for sure going to have one. I pray we find some property soon and I can make all his dreams come true.
“Owen Emerson do not touch mommy’s toe,” he said laughing hysterically as he touched my toe. Between that and the screaming at me tonight was quite a process. He is now truly showing those teenage moments. He laughs at everything I say or tell him to do with a big “no” and walks away. I am now having to childproof things I never even had to think about doing before because he knows nothing about danger. His fascination with “cut the paper with scissors” has him wanting scissors all the time but he truly does not understand the rule “do not run with scissors.” All the scissors are hidden but “licking the glue stick” is his next go-to phrase so away goes the glue too. The laughter tells me he isn’t processing how any of his actions could be dangerous and I pray for those connections for him. To have a child who has no fear brings every fear out in me.
It was a million stomp night before Owen could head to his bed. He asked me over and over again if he got to see his teacher tomorrow. I told him yes and redirected him as much as possible. The meltdown was only tethered by one more string before it was going to start if I didn’t calm him down. But I wanted to have the meltdown right there with him. I prayed hard tonight for God to give me strength and for Owen’s understanding. I need God’s arms around him to keep him safe and for this I prayed.
Bedtime happened for him but my mind wandered around all the day’s bumps and whistles. Tomorrow is mammogram day. I pray for an all clear. I pray for continued healing. I pray for tomorrow. Through the valleys and the challenges, I remember how far we’ve come. Walk in strength even when you feel like you are crumbling. God’s got you. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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