Some days I wake up a thousand times and try to figure out what day of the week it really is. Today was one of those days. I woke up before Owen and he wasn’t far behind. He immediately went through all the questions he had for me. He seemed tired and coughed once but there were no other signs. He wanted to go to school and I saw no reason not to send him. He was in a good mood because he knew he was going to ride the bus and see his teacher. Plus, he knew he was going to his vision therapy session when he came home. We went outside to wait for the bus and he started talking about his day. He ran off and I knew he was going to the stop sign. He looked back and acted like he was going towards the road. He loves to watch my reactions and see what I’ll tell him. A look was all I needed to give him but I told him not to go past the stop sign. My eyes filled with tears because I want him to understand how important it is that he pays attention to his surroundings. How do you even explain streets and traffic? It’s always been a constant concern for me. My thoughts flowed into wondering if he knows that I wish I could give him the world. The bus came and as soon as he saw it he started shouting out directions to get it to our house. They were incorrect but he still told them to me. He ran to his spot and then onto the bus. The bus driver told me he thought he knew which overpass it was that he always wants to go to. It makes sense now because you can only get to it from one direction so he gets upset when we don’t go that way coming home but we can’t since it’s one way in the opposite direction. I didn’t even think of it as the overpass because of how the road goes. I’m thankful for all of these people that pay attention to my son’s words and help me figure out what he wants. When I walked back inside I saw the monkey was under the table. I’m not quite sure why some days it needs to be under the table and other days it needs to be with the game board. When he came home he was excited about going to therapy. He sat watching his computer and tablet back and forth until it was time to go. Pooh was on one and he was singing songs with his tablet. He ate his snack and we were off to his therapy. He did pretty well but he only wanted to do some of the exercises and he was more concerned about restarting the computer. Some days it is hard for him to focus but he was able to do some of the exercises. When we got home he was happy and ate most of his dinner. His focus isn’t always on the follow through but I know he processes more than he is doing in the steps. The night felt like it was all blending together. I’m thankful he didn’t get sick and I’m glad he got to do the activities he likes to do. The biggest victories come from the heartstrings that are part of the beautiful song of life. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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