From the early rays of sunlight until the late minutes of the night, which seemed to click off slowly, my sweet baby O was excited for his day. It seemed like he woke up smiling. After trying different styles of socks for him over the years I think I’ve finally found some he likes. Maybe I should say loves. Fuzzy socks are the way to go. It literally seems like he has more pep in his steps when he wears them. Off to the bus stop we went and I know to leave a few minutes early. It’s only a half-block away but it’s a hop, skip, and a jump for us. The adventure starts when we walk out our door. He’s still not always aware of his surroundings and will walk backwards down the steps. I remind him over and over again and he even says my words before I do “be careful be careful” but he still doesn’t make the connection. It’s one of the many reasons he’s in physical therapy to help with body awareness. As we were walking he stops every few feet looking at his shoes and then makes a clomp clomp with his feet back and forth. He walks a little further and tells me “stop signs make noise” cutting in front of me to circle around to the stop sign. We keep walking. He stops again and again, looking at his feet, to the sky, and his feet again. We get to the bus stop and it’s mornings like this that make my heart soar. He started talking about the clouds and he showed me how he was going to “jump up into the clouds with the monkeys and then go swing in the trees”. He had pointed up into the clouds and then he jumped off the ground showing me and my heart leapt with him. What incredible progress I thought. The imagery he was using by saying these words and actions was incredible. The thought process was perfect. It reminded me of when I would sit on our lawn with my momma and we would find shapes in the clouds. He then started talking to me about the monkey eating bananas and he words were in Russian. He wanted me to ask Siri more phrases and within another moment his bus was there. He was so happy to see that bus and practically ran up the stairs. I cried when I got home. This was my baby’s beautiful story. He told me a story like he had read it right off the pages of a book he wrote. His story, his words, his adventures into the sky and trees with his friends the monkeys. When I picked him up from school for therapy his teacher said he had a good day. I’m trying not to think about tomorrow being his last day of school. Summer school will start but it’s only a short amount of time. All three of his therapists said he had a great day. When we first started going I explained to one of them that his memory was long. When his session was over she said she couldn’t believe how many little details he remembers from previous sessions. I chuckled a little thinking, yup that’s my boy, he doesn’t forget a thing. Tonight the joy continued. I took him to McDonald’s for a “happy meal with french fries apple juice and a cheeseburger” even though he said he didn’t want it he ate all of it and wanted more. He said, “ten more please” after eating a six piece. We ended our night with as much joy as our day started. He once again wanted to paint with bananas like Curious George did and ran around the house opening bananas and talking to himself and the bananas in the mirror. I got the request “painting pot of blue paint” and then the red one. He dipped them in paint and rolled those bananas around on the plate I had him use as the canvas. I couldn’t decide what one would use for banana art paintings. We got his bath done after being covered from head to toe in paint and bananas and we got ready for bed where he promptly put on his bunny slippers. The joy filled my heart from morning to night. There is one journey in this life. Explore your world, be thankful for the clouds that float in the sky, and let your imagination guide you to follow your possible dreams. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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