I’m trying to find a way to wake him up on those days that he happens to sleep through my noises. I started singing the wake-up song I made for him. It goes, “You gotta get up up up to start your day day day, even if you say no way you gotta get up.” It woke him but he immediately said, “white bed” like he was banishing me there for my not-so-lovely singing. He was not having any of my happiness and certainly not my singing. He ran to the bathroom and followed to the “white bed.”
We sat there talking about his days ahead. He wants to make sure he doesn’t miss his Saturday with his grandma. I explained to him that he is brilliant and he has to find a way to rest his mind. I want him to understand that he can start taking control of this and what he thinks about. I talk to him about how powerful his brain is and the answers are there. He repeats everything over and over again.
When he took his supplements he got the yogurt all over his face. I told him I had to wipe it. You would think this is the worst thing ever. He’s my sensory baby and me wiping his face is extremely hard on him. He will scream, run from me, or even have a meltdown from it. Thankfully he let me do it quickly today.
We got dressed and went out to wait for the bus. He almost knocked me over with his excitement as the bus turned the corner. I always tell them if they ever have a bad day to remember how much they make Owen’s day.
He was happy when he got off the bus. I was wearing my pink shoes and pink hat with a flower shirt. I didn’t wear it when he left but he had requested I wear it when he got home. I haven’t been giving into his clothing demands but I love the hat and wanted to wear it today.
He was ready to go to his appointment. He told me that we were going to the park and bowling. I said we could leave now to go to the park but we wouldn’t have enough time for bowling. He said, “Go to the library with grandma.” I said maybe you could go again next week. He immediately said no but then said, “On Saturday mommy go bye-bye” so I think he was afraid if he agreed to the library next week he would be missing out on his Saturday.
We headed to the chiropractor for his appointment. They work on a lot of his sensory issues and so many other things. He brought his kickboard with him because he wanted to see if they had a bathtub he could use it in. I am going to try to take him on Friday to the pool after he gets home from school but Fridays are hard on him but we will try. The pool might be just the thing to get him going.
He couldn’t wait to get home to take a bath so he could sit on his kickboard. He ate his dinner, played the harmonica, and sang lots of songs. It was a good day. He didn’t yell at me in the car at all today. That’s our victory.
Each day we are faced with challenges. Some days they are overwhelming but focusing on the good stuff is so worth it. Life is having fun with your kickboard in your “pool bath.” Let today be your victory day. Smiles to all and donut daze!