It’s going to be a long couple of weeks until Owen’s tooth is out and the other one comes in. Every part of this sends him into sensory overload. And it has him asking the “pirate tooth fairy” for a new hat, a lollipop, and coins in exchange for his tooth. I can tell everything is louder to him and vibrant. His body language completely changed and his screams become more guttural. And tears flood my eyes more. His repetitive behaviors become repetitive and the intensity in everything he does intensifies. This is where I sit in my own moments of reflection. Last night between his allergies, teeth, and the rain we were up by three. I think it was earlier than that but I tried to not focus on it. I lost track of how many times he’s asked me to turn off the rain. I can’t even begin to imagine how I tell him there’s no stopping the rain as much as I would like to. Thankfully when it was time to go out to the bus it had stopped raining. He immediately asked about our neighbor and then ran off to look for the bus. He went walking around the parking lot and it’s like an intricate dance of movements. His body moves crouches forward and his hands move up towards his body with his wrists out. His steps become very deliberate like he is making waves on the concrete with each step. After he walked like that for a few seconds his shoes caught his eye and he bent down to pick up his pant leg. He went back and forth between pulling them up and pushing them down over his shoes. He quickly stood back up when he heard a noise and watched for the bus again. It wasn’t long until he was off for the day. He came home and we were in for the night. I was fine with that because exhaustion was winning. He still was in high sensory demand and wanted to sit squished up against me. Occasionally he would run to the other room or go to his computer. He didn’t eat as much for dinner but ate a big snack. He played in his room some and we read together. Even when I’m not looking directly at him I’m listening for his footsteps and movements. I can hear him move through the house with every creak of the floor. It was not hard to convince him it was bedtime or maybe that was me. I’m smiling through the rain. I reflect on the victories and remember he is my miracle. Continue to dream the incredible dream and remember you can make it happen. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.