I’m not quite sure when I became the girl eating the peanut butter right out of the jar but here I sit. I’m thankful Owen slept all night. I woke a little early but I also slept all night, I think. Our routine in the morning is back. I’m praying for his routine to return in all aspects but we’ll take it one step at a time. I got my coffee and then he crawled into bed with me. We were right back where we started before the summer break. We had about an hour before we needed to get ready. He stayed right there with me the whole time. He was showing me different things on his tablet. He even was calm when I got up to get more coffee. It was then time to start getting ready. I held up his jeans to help him with them and he said, “shorts.” I said you want to wear shorts and he said, “shorts please.” This is years in the making. Yesterday he wore shorts too but it was me holding jeans and shorts up and he decided. Today I didn’t try to have him choose only because it was his school day and I didn’t want to start a meltdown right when he had to get dressed. So this is beyond a blessing. I have shorts ready for tomorrow in case he decides he wants to wear them. I need to decide how to present them to him or set them out but I think he will tell me like he did this morning. When he came home from school I could tell he was agitated. They changed his bus driver which meant a different route which meant everything was turned upside down for him. I tried to keep him calm before we went to vision therapy. I needed him to be able to focus on what was going to happen. He had his snack and off we went. He is getting quicker about trying to put his seatbelt on. When we drove to his therapy we passed the store our friend took him to. He wanted to go. I told him we could go afterward if he wanted to. His expectations of how the next hour went were not exactly what he thought. We got through it but he was too focused on the internet. I’m thankful for a doctor that adapts with us and helps Owen through these moments. We left and in the car, he kept telling me he didn’t want to go to the store and other places. I could tell he was at his wrong turn limit. We got home but it was all emotional to him. He was able to calm down for the rest of the evening but he wanted nothing to do with my instructions or what I needed him to do. He ate great and he listened to a lot of music. “Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone by Larry Groce,” he said and sang right along with it. I’m praying as the week goes by that he will adjust to the new bus schedule, wear more shorts, and continue to grow at school. Each day is a stepping stone for tomorrow. Some days the stones are placed a little further apart and sometimes they are a little closer together. Both paths get us there. Keep walking forward. 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.