In my face is where Owen wants to be. And by that I mean in my face, his nose touching my nose, staring in my eyes, and laughing hysterically. He finds this very amusing and does it quite often. He has no idea about personal space and how do you even begin to explain it. Some days I can distract him and he quickly moves on, today is not one of those days. His emotions are quick to flare and changing every few minutes. Saturday mornings are made for me to sit and he gets very anxious if I try to do anything. He will ask, “I want more milk pwease” and then as soon as I get up to get him more milk he is in front of me wanting me to sit back down. The command comes, “sit down” and he puts his hand on me. I tell him I can’t get his milk unless I go to the kitchen and get it. He walks almost in my footsteps to go with me. The rooms are connected, he will still be able to see me, but here he comes. As the morning wears on I think we are both calming. He’s excited about getting our day started. And so am I. Our Saturdays are something I look forward to all week. He’s working out some of his energy as he jumps on his trampoline. I can tell he is getting bigger as it seems the whole house shakes as he jumps. He’ll be eight next week and I wonder where the time has gone. He doesn’t completely understand birthdays. He will sing Happy Birthday, right after “single bells single bells single all the way”, and The Wheels on the Bus. He doesn’t associate songs with time or holidays. I focus on the joys, the connections, and the smiles he gives me. There is no greater gift than my son and I celebrate being his momma every day. Here’s to the victories yet to come and the progress we’ve made. Celebrate your victories no matter how big or small, celebrate them all. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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