Owen woke up exhausted. He was having trouble focusing but was in a great mood but he still acted like he was confused. He kept saying the wrong day. He knew he had therapy today but he kept telling me it was Friday. He had no symptoms of sickness and some days are like this but it’s hard when you don’t have answers for moments in times like this. Sleep plays such a big role in our daily life and we don’t sleep a lot. He woke up numerous times last night but went back to sleep each time. As we walked to the bus stop he would pause numerous times. He looked around and you could see him soaking in the shadows of the world around him. The sunlight flickering off the tree branches caused him to stop mid-stride, bending slightly forward, tilting his head back and forth as he squinted his eyes. I wonder sometimes what he sees in those shadows. When we got to the bus stop he kept insisting on talking about it being Friday and yesterday was Wednesday, like Thursday was no longer an option. He also talked to me about the bus and asked me several words in Russian. He got on the bus almost running up the steps. I sent his teacher a note so she would know that it might be a hard day for him. As the day went on she let me know that he was doing okay but he was having a hard time focusing. When I picked him up from school it was like he snapped to it. During the drive to therapy, he was asking me tons of questions and telling me which way to go. Still didn’t feel completely the same but better. I told his therapist that he was having a rough day so we would see how it went. After all of his sessions, they told me he did great. Each one of them said he was very calm and they worked on new skills with him. I was thrilled to hear it. I asked him if he wanted to get chicken nuggets and he at first said no and then yes and then no and the whole way there he went back and forth. Since he hadn’t eaten too much that day I thought we would try it. He always wants a six-piece happy meal with extra fries, apple juice, and a cheeseburger. He orders it like one of the kids he watches on a video. We got home and my boy devoured all of it but half a nugget. He was being more like himself. I wanted to get him to bed early. Owen thought otherwise. And he won. He talked my ear off though and it felt good to hear his words flowing a little easier. Some days feel hard and emotional. Today was one of those days. We all have hard days but when it’s your baby it’s hard on both of you. I hope he gets a good night's rest and ready for his Friday. Through challenges, we grow. Love with all your heart and watch how it changes your own soul. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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