Owen was sitting as close to me as he could without actually sitting on me. He was listening to Humpty Dumpty in every language possible. I asked him if he knew what language it was and he said, “Russian”. He was right. I wonder how many languages he knows. He’s been listening to them since he was young. He somehow has always found them on YouTube. And now he watches them on the tv with closed caption in other languages as well. I wonder if he can read in other languages or if he can process letters from those languages. It’s all fascinating to me. I understand a lot of what he says or sings now because he repeats them so much but I also know that he knows more words than he can say and more languages than I can imagine. We went to his therapy sessions and when we were done he asked to get “coffee”. I took him through the drive-thru and we order coffee. He chose this over chicken nuggets. I can’t complain. I like my coffee. I dreaded the minute we left there. I knew the screams would come. I didn’t want to go home as much as he didn’t want to go home. It seems like no matter what now he screams. I started crying. I couldn’t help it. So tired of his emotions, my emotions. He said, “mommy crying” and I cried harder. It’s hard knowing that he is going through all this and I’m trying to help him process it but what do I do, how do I help him. He needs to go certain ways and routine is everything to him but something like road construction will completely rock his world and the meltdowns begin. I try to focus on the smiles, laughter, and his songs that fill my heart. “Boots go to bed” were in tonight’s edition of what shoes he wanted to wear in bed. He even mostly put them on himself. I showed him how to use the straps to hold them open and pull them up. I did finally convince him to leave them at the front door instead of wearing them to bed. Through all of this, we are learning and growing together. Be inspired to change your world and know that you can make a difference. 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.