I’m not sure why Friday nights seem so hard, but they are. Owen screamed wanting to see his grandma for hours. He then cried himself into hysterics and laughed himself to sleep. He then woke up multiple times yelling about people he wanted to see. My heart aches for my sweet baby O. None of this has gotten easier for him to understand. His pillowcase became a great concern for him tonight. He wanted it “offT” only for that to make him mad and I had to put it back “onT”. Time to find zippered pillowcases. But then the zipper might bother him too. The self-appointed Queen of Overthinking can overthink every scenario about every pillowcase. I’ll try to save that for a rainy day. Today was one of those days that the joys kept coming even through all the tears I wanted to cry. I’ve yet to understand the potty train derailment, but I keep telling myself this is a moment in time. He is a sensory child and he wants to figure out how his body works. I feel like his words are growing and he is making more connections. He asked me to “cut his toe”. He took my hand and put it on his toe. I rejoiced the progress. He still said, “birthday candle” as I cut his toenail, but for him to reference his toe and put my hand on his foot felt like we had climbed a mountain. His words felt strong today and his interactions were plentiful. I think he’s on another growth spurt because the dude ate a lot of food. I made barbecue chicken nachos for dinner and I was shocked how much he actually ate. I held my baby tight as he once again screamed himself to sleep. I have to think of the bright smile he had as he sang Old MacDonald to me one more time, putting all the vegetables he could think of on the farm with the animals. That’s what keeps me going. Always remember you are stronger than you think you are. You can move mountains and you can make your dreams come true. 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.