Owen was playing his guitar and he sang, “old MacDonald played the guitar eieio and on the farm he played to the pigs eieio”. He went on with the song and oinking like the pigs. And I thanked God a little more. I often remind myself this is the little boy the doctors told me might not talk. I don’t remind myself to dwell on the past, but instead to see how far he has come. I know how hard he has worked to say each and every one of his words. He asked me to “cut his toe” again, pulling my hand down to his foot to show me which toenail he wanted me to cut. The joy from him being able to ask me to help him with his toes is incredible. Knowing now that he can tell me when something is bothering him brings such a relief. He still can’t completely express what he is wanting, but here we are moving forward in great strides. He still calls my toes “birthday candle”, but he knows what his toes are called. For years he called his beloved veggie straws “cracker”, but one day he started saying veggie straws like that is what he had always called them. The dude was super hungry today, plowing through lots of food, and eating ten butterfly shrimp for dinner. I keep changing the brands and kind so that he doesn’t get stuck on one type. The first time he saw the butterfly shrimp he had a huge meltdown, even though he had them before in a restaurant it was the first time at home. He started screaming, ran to the freezer, and got the box for the shrimp. Once I showed him they were still shrimp he ate them like a champ. Our daily life is not always easy to explain, but the love sure is. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Dance in the rain, sing in the sunshine, and know that you can do great things if you set your mind to it. 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.