Owen slept almost all night. He came to me a couple minutes before five and I told him to go back to his room. He read the clock in the kitchen and was right back to me with a scream. I said to go look at the clock again. He came right back and I said go to your room until it says five o’clock. He walked off saying “Five oh oh.” He came back again right after five and was very calm this time and had lots of questions to ask.
We talked about his behavior and that he can be upset but screaming is never an option. Thirteen is such a big change to our system with growth spurts, hormones, and emotions all mixing together. Trying to express how they all work together or not work together is a whole big ball of wax. He was calm after our first initial wakeup moments. Thankfully, I slept more last night than I have been.
Our morning went fast. Maybe not as fast as Owen would have liked but it went fast to me. Learning to live with the unexpected like a truck pulling up while waiting for the bus can be hard for him. We were watching for the bus and a truck pulled up. Before they even finished parking across the street he started saying “They’re leaving tell them bye bye” and raised his hand to make the gesture. It wasn’t much longer and the bus came around the corner and the truck was all but forgotten. He had to get his last few questions in and then he ran to the bus.
As I told him goodbye I saw the telltale signs that he was getting a mustache. “I mustache you a question,” I thought, and “oh boy” came quickly after that. He is truly growing and my boy will be a man before I know it. The bus started moving and I watched as he waved goodbye to me with the aide. It was almost like a pageant wave. He sticks his hand up and kind of turns it back and forth, with an up-and-down movement.
I picked him up from school and off we went to therapy. He immediately started talking about his therapist’s clothes. I’ve yet to figure out how he randomly selects people that must wear what he expects them to otherwise he goes into full meltdown mode. We are trying to get him to understand that people are allowed to wear what they want to wear. He gets so stuck on it that he can’t get past it.
His therapist had told him that she was going to wear something completely different for this session and he repeated that all the way there. He went with his first therapist and did fine. He then went to his next session and he couldn’t get past what she was wearing. He was crying and in a huge meltdown. She said they got through a few things and she thought he had calmed down so they could finish and it started all over again. She does an excellent job of trying to redirect him but he tells me that he wants to be sad. Add this to another one of our summer goals to help him through this process.
When we were coming home and he was so upset I asked him to sing, trying to distract him. He started singing “Row row row your boat.” He kept it up for quite some time. I was quite surprised he did it without me asking more than once and he let me sing with him without screaming. I could tell he was working through his emotions about how sad he was about her clothing and screaming at her. He randomly cried all night long and would say he was sad. I’m thankful he is making these connections to his emotions I just wish it wasn’t so hard.
I asked Owen what foods he likes to eat best. I was getting ready to order groceries and wanted to see what he would say. Usually, he responds with veggie straws and that’s it. He said, “Sausage dog, pancakes, waffles, fish, chicken, shrimp.” He eats many other things but I was pleased he listed all of these. He is truly growing up.
Our night was filled with him talking about his feelings. It’s emotional for me to hear him referencing them at all. It is one of the things that he has always struggled to express and he was telling me that he was sad and why he was sad. He went to bed excited for school tomorrow and I kept thinking only two more days. Each day I see progress even through the struggles. I pray for a great day tomorrow. Let the song of life be filled with the melody of love, kindness, and grace. Smiles to all and donut daze!
We talked about his behavior and that he can be upset but screaming is never an option. Thirteen is such a big change to our system with growth spurts, hormones, and emotions all mixing together. Trying to express how they all work together or not work together is a whole big ball of wax. He was calm after our first initial wakeup moments. Thankfully, I slept more last night than I have been.
Our morning went fast. Maybe not as fast as Owen would have liked but it went fast to me. Learning to live with the unexpected like a truck pulling up while waiting for the bus can be hard for him. We were watching for the bus and a truck pulled up. Before they even finished parking across the street he started saying “They’re leaving tell them bye bye” and raised his hand to make the gesture. It wasn’t much longer and the bus came around the corner and the truck was all but forgotten. He had to get his last few questions in and then he ran to the bus.
As I told him goodbye I saw the telltale signs that he was getting a mustache. “I mustache you a question,” I thought, and “oh boy” came quickly after that. He is truly growing and my boy will be a man before I know it. The bus started moving and I watched as he waved goodbye to me with the aide. It was almost like a pageant wave. He sticks his hand up and kind of turns it back and forth, with an up-and-down movement.
I picked him up from school and off we went to therapy. He immediately started talking about his therapist’s clothes. I’ve yet to figure out how he randomly selects people that must wear what he expects them to otherwise he goes into full meltdown mode. We are trying to get him to understand that people are allowed to wear what they want to wear. He gets so stuck on it that he can’t get past it.
His therapist had told him that she was going to wear something completely different for this session and he repeated that all the way there. He went with his first therapist and did fine. He then went to his next session and he couldn’t get past what she was wearing. He was crying and in a huge meltdown. She said they got through a few things and she thought he had calmed down so they could finish and it started all over again. She does an excellent job of trying to redirect him but he tells me that he wants to be sad. Add this to another one of our summer goals to help him through this process.
When we were coming home and he was so upset I asked him to sing, trying to distract him. He started singing “Row row row your boat.” He kept it up for quite some time. I was quite surprised he did it without me asking more than once and he let me sing with him without screaming. I could tell he was working through his emotions about how sad he was about her clothing and screaming at her. He randomly cried all night long and would say he was sad. I’m thankful he is making these connections to his emotions I just wish it wasn’t so hard.
I asked Owen what foods he likes to eat best. I was getting ready to order groceries and wanted to see what he would say. Usually, he responds with veggie straws and that’s it. He said, “Sausage dog, pancakes, waffles, fish, chicken, shrimp.” He eats many other things but I was pleased he listed all of these. He is truly growing up.
Our night was filled with him talking about his feelings. It’s emotional for me to hear him referencing them at all. It is one of the things that he has always struggled to express and he was telling me that he was sad and why he was sad. He went to bed excited for school tomorrow and I kept thinking only two more days. Each day I see progress even through the struggles. I pray for a great day tomorrow. Let the song of life be filled with the melody of love, kindness, and grace. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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