“Tablet,” I heard about an inch from my nose. I had been in and out for at least an hour at this point, listening to see if I heard Owen. I had fallen back to sleep and it was after five. Our Friday night victory happened. He had passed by his tablet to get to me so I haven’t completely convinced him he can have his tablet without waking me. I said, “Good morning Owen what do you say first instead of tablet?” He said, “Tablet” again and then said, “Tablet good morning Mommy I’m fine how are you?” I went back through the steps with him, repeating the conversation with him. There are days I can’t wake up quick enough to go over the steps with him or even think to say good morning but I want him to understand the art of conversation and him sharing his words. I also try to ask him what he could say to me. I want him to have a conversation he can expand on but give all the moving parts to work with. I know when he says tablet what he wants but he needs to be able to express his wants and needs in his words. He ran off to get his tablet and after I fixed his first breakfast he said, “Grandma.” Technically at this point, he had said it maybe twenty times but I was trying to not answer each time. I keep reminding him that he is brilliant and he knows what is happening that his mind remembers these details so we don’t have to go over them again. It’s a fine line of walking through reminding him he knows it but not making him suppress excitement and talking about new ideas associated with activities he is doing. His brain forgets nothing. He sat on the couch asking Alexa how to translate numerous phrases into Arabic and then he started looking up lullabies he hadn’t listened to in quite some time. Some of them were sang in other languages and from there he kept going with the languages. We got ready and went to the event. He was excited to go “see the activities” and he got a Spider-Man toy. He made sure to tell many people they should be in blue pants but he did well. The “lay down” was in full effect and that made him happy. After that, he went to spend time with his grandma. On the way there he told me he wanted to go to the park after he went to see his grandma. He had fun with her and when I got there he was ready to head to the park for the mud. Sixty degrees plus rain equals mud and one happy O. Once he was done there was mud everywhere and he wanted his bath. He asked me for his goggles. I think he might want an Olympic-size bathtub soon. We are always trying different foods with him and if he eats it at one place that doesn’t mean he will eat it someplace else. He ate graham crackers with cream cheese at his grandma’s house a few weeks ago so I tried it at our house. He ate one and told me it had marshmallows on it. He asked for more. I broke the first one I had given him into pieces and when he finished them he said more graham crackers marshmallows, please. I handed him a couple of pieces and asked him how many he wanted. He said, “Ten.” He ate them all. He had a good day. He took all the bumps in the road without too much fanfare. I’m hoping sleep finds us once again. He’s ready for his church day tomorrow and it will be interesting what he decides he wants to do afterward. Find hope in the good days and let that carry you through those rollercoastery moments. You are not alone in this journey called life and know you can do anything if you set your mind to it. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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