Owen woke up with a mission and that was to get to the white bed so he could go to school and then to therapy. He succeeded and it was very early at that. He also was very concerned about not seeing his teacher tomorrow. To say the word “very” is more like using it as a quadratic equation that hasn’t quite manifested yet. I’m trying to get him to understand the “one and done” theory but so far this all seems far-fetched to him. I want him to understand his words are important. His emotions are important. But so are mine. He doesn’t need to repeat his questions over and over. When I answer he starts over again and when I don’t he has a complete meltdown over my words and actions so I want him to understand that he knows what is happening and we can process it together. We stood outside waiting for the bus. He couldn’t understand why our neighbor waved to him from her doorway instead of driving away in her car. He wanted to run with her pulling away. I explained that she was probably on vacation and not going to work. This didn’t make sense to him because she is supposed to leave in his thought process. I told him that she wanted to tell him good morning so that’s why she came to the door. These are great learning experiences for him even though they can be hard on him. No bunnies interfered with his running and playing this morning and he was happy about that but also asked if he could have a bunny so I’m not sure if this is progress or not. I picked him up for therapy and he wanted to go by the underpass, one of the underpasses. When we got to therapy he checked in three times. He is getting better at the details and what he should say. I am trying to find ways to keep him from biting his fingers so when we went in we wore our masks. This results in him chewing on his masks but not his fingers. We tried numerous products over the years and nothing has helped. One of his therapists showed me some gloves that only cover two fingers on each hand and thankfully they cover the pointer fingers so I am going to order a pair of those to try. I try to redirect him and have him count through his emotions but his poor fingers still get red. He hasn’t broken through the skin but that is my concern. When he was younger he would chew through the front of his shirts almost daily. When we got home from therapy we worked on our paintings and I’m always thankful he helps me paint the backgrounds with a hand-over-hand method working on his fine motor skills. It’s a wonderful feeling being able to work on our art with him. He played his harmonica for me, and I can see where the notes are becoming more clear as he learns the notes. It only took one time for him to come to tell me that he had no school tomorrow before he stayed in bed and fell asleep. He’s very anxious about not seeing his teacher tomorrow and for the long weekend. Art isn’t about the moment it’s about the journey and I’m thankful I’m sharing it with my sweet baby O. Find your joy, share your story, and know that you can make a difference in this world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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