Each and every break is a break in our daily routine that gets spun in and out of moments over and over again. The three in the morning wake-up call happened once again. Do you start the coffee? Do you hope for more sleep? Do you just breathe and take it all in? I think I was somewhere in the mix of all this and still not ready to face the day. His teacher is going over the holiday break with the kids and what this extended break means. As soon as we get into the rhythm of the break or even leading up to the break then it changes. That’s how life is but when routine helps guide us through every moment it’s hard to change. The eating machine was in full swing when he woke up and he wanted all the food. Thankfully he was calm and followed directions when it was time to get ready for the most part until it was time to walk out the door. He wanted to go but he also wanted to talk about the break. It’s not one time or ten times. It could be hundreds of times he repeats the same words. The strategies for changing a habit are not always easy to follow and when you detour from it one time that becomes part of the new moment in time and the words or actions that are now associated with the habit. It is a complete circle sometimes. He also purposefully asks for the wrong information so he can spin the tail to what he wants to happen. It sure is. When I picked him up from school his teacher said that they were working on a strategy of answering his questions so that he won’t continue to repeat them. I am going to work towards this strategy too. It was snowing when we left his school. He seemed a little daunted by the huge flakes. He was standing there watching the rain slush turn to the flakes, telling me it was “turning into winter.” He was happy to see his music therapist. He was a little high-strung strung but he enjoyed it. He sang on the way home for me. He was cycling through all his days ahead and what he was going to do. He told me he wants to go to the “lie-berry” with everyone he knows. We came home for a little bit and then went to his vision therapy. He was somewhat distracted but he did great with the activities. She had him write his name and the E for some reason isn’t a letter he is doing anymore. She asked him if it was an E and he said no. They were catching the ball back and forth and he turned to me and moved his hands. He touched his finger to the palm of his other hand and then turned back to her. At first, I wasn’t sure what he was doing but I showed her what he did and she said that’s the first part of the sign for “Jesus.” It didn’t dawn on me until she said. It has been years since I’ve shown him that sign. I’m not sure if that’s what he was doing but it’s pretty cool to think he is now trying to sign. It was something we worked on with him but when he was younger it caused him lots of frustration. The night went quickly. He was exhausted from last night and hopefully tonight he will sleep. I’m thankful for his growth and all the support he receives. Never give up on the hope for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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