Owen’s starting to sleep a little better again. It was close to five when he woke this morning. I’ll take it. Routine helps. Everything weighs so heavy on my heart right now. I’m counting the days until we go to the specialist for him but it’s only the initial contact meeting so they will only be gathering the general information for him. But there’s hope. I pray and pray and pray for the hope. I’m sure he’ll do well that day, oh how I hope, but it will be the days after that cause the problems since he holds onto everything. It’s several hours to drive there and then the meeting and then the drive back. He will think that we are going on another trip every time we are in the car. I wonder if one outweighs the other. I pray they help. That’s all I can do. We walked down to the bus stop and when we got there he started putting his head back and then he rocked it forward. He then started walking like a mouse with his hands pulled to his chest. I’m not sure what this little movement is but he does it a lot. It’s like he is trying to center himself or squish his body together. When we were walking we saw a bunny rabbit. I asked him if he could jump like a rabbit and he did. I always want to shout for joy when he can do these types of tasks. He is still learning how his body works and his capabilities. It brings tears to my eyes thinking about it. I sent Owen’s flashcards with him to school. I messaged his teacher to let her know what they were. I couldn’t wait to hear what she thought. She sent me a message that she would show the class in their morning meeting. I was excited for him to have her use them and the follow-through of having them be a part of his day. She told me that he was able to tell her what the animals were and that made me happy. When he came home I asked him about them and he smile. I am thankful he has such a caring teacher. I changed into my nightgown and he started yelling at me to put my brown dress on. I’m not quite sure when he decided I was only allowed to wear this one nightgown but I told him he was going to have to understand I’m not wearing that one every night. That did not go over well. He accidentally hit my nose really hard. He didn’t mean to but he kept pushing into my head and then hit my nose. I said, “dagnabbit” and then he started running around saying dagnabbit and laughing hysterically. The night flew by and I’m thankful that he had a great day. There were a few emotional moments but we pushed through them quickly. I’m thankful for his little bunny hop and his big smile. Today is the first day of the rest of your life so make it grand. 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.