I wake up some days willing myself to be strong and pray I can. I talk to Owen about emotions and how to handle them. I talk to myself about the same thing. Autism is as much about how I handle it as it is about Owen having it. I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. I had a serious talk with my bladder but it doesn’t seem to listen. I got back to bed and within minutes Owen was awake and ready to start our day. He was excited about his day and I was trying to wake up. It was barely four o’clock and I just wanted us to find sleep again. Days like this I try not to push it. I told him he could have his tablet if he went back to his bed. What that really meant was he went back to his bed for about five minutes and then came to me to find a video on his tablet. He is doing much better with the voice-activated option but there are still words he can’t read and words it doesn’t understand when he says them. He was excited to get to school and he couldn’t wait for his music therapy and vision therapy. I said, “I love you.” He reached up to hug me but squished my neck and pulled my hair out towards the top of my head and said, “I love you.”Some days I sit to avoid the screams. Other days I feel a little more like I can climb that mountain. But most days I’m plain exhausted. We got ready and out to wait for the bus we went. The bus came around the corner and he was so happy. He got on the bus and instead of going to his normal seat by the aide he stopped and sat at the front of the bus. I thought it was interesting and I can’t wait to see what he does tomorrow. I had his school meeting today for his IEP. It’s always emotional to hear how he’s doing but thankfully his team all said he was making progress. They are working on different goals and explained what they were focusing on with him. I loved listening to his PE teacher talk about his progress. I’m truly thankful for this extra year for him. I think it has given him a better foundation for moving on next year. When I picked him up for music therapy he was more than excited. He couldn’t wait to tell his therapist that he wanted to play Mozart on the ukulele. She told me after his session that they played several songs and worked on numerous activities. He kept asking her to go with us when he was done. He wants everyone to get together for dinner with Santa so he can show him his tablet. We drove by one of our new statues we are researching on our way home to get a snack before his vision therapy. I’m not sure how he liked the statue but he asked to go to a silver one tomorrow when we go to dinner with his grandma. When we went to his vision therapy he amazed his doctor and me both. She wanted him to draw a circle around an object and instead without any help he drew a smiley face and told us all about it. He did it three times. Plus he caught rings with her and followed instructions for most of the activities. It was a full day and he fell asleep quickly. Some days even though they are good it is still an emotional journey. I was telling myself to be stronger and to remember his progress. Right when I was thinking all of this I saw a Coca-Cola truck. When my family sees one we always think of my grandma. She was one of the strongest people I have ever known. And this was a reminder to be strong. I’m thankful for a good day. Each day we can make it a good day by celebrating our victories. No matter how small celebrate them all. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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