Thankfully, thank-ful-ly Owen slept, thankfully. I was worried that he was going to get on a non-sleeping trend since he was so upset about his routine but he seems to be pushing forward. I hope. I cling to the hope of good sleep always. But I still question every single night how it is going to go. We were both in a pretty good mood this morning. He wanted me to hurry up and get my coffee so we could sit in the dark but otherwise he was happy. I remember when I was his age I always wanted dark too. Now I like the dark but I can’t see a thing. We laughed a lot this morning and he kept telling me he wanted me to play his game but then he wouldn’t let me play it. He wanted me to make the exact same choices he was using but I wanted something different. He didn’t find it amusing so he kept taking his tablet back from me and restarting the game. He finally let me select the sled I wanted and then when I put the little characters in the sled he took it away and changed it to a video. I had to laugh. We got ready for the bus and we went outside. He wanted to have Siri translate “Merry Christmas” into several languages but he was also talking about all the days he will be missing from school. He repeats all of this throughout the day and night. When the school bus came around the corner he was thrilled. I got the call about halfway through the day that there would be no school tomorrow because of the cold weather moving in. As much as I totally understand the decision it also breaks my heart for Owen. I’m thankful his teacher works through this with him. He is starting to understand it better now than he ever has. I’m hoping that we will still be able to go to church on Saturday for the Christmas Eve service. He keeps telling me he wants to sing songs from the book. My heart leaps for joy when I hear him talking about music and singing. When I picked him up from school I took the gifts he made for his teacher and other support staff. Plus I took the Christmas cookie books tree. I always ask Owen what he wants to give his teacher. I feel it is important for him to make that choice and whatever he decides I know it is from his heart and generally I can make the connection of why he wants it. What’s funny is he really isn’t much of a sweet eater but always talks about sweet things. Somehow he decided his teacher needed Oreos and it went from there. He wanted me to go to therapy with him today and we took them the gifts he made. I like going with him so I can see how he reacts to each therapist and learn what we can work on at home. I also like watching how they redirect him to the task at hand. He gets stuck on wanting to do the next task before he is even done with the first one. It’s a good learning experience for both of us. Blue pants were his focus for one of his therapists and I’m not sure why it is harder on him some days than others. It is always something he mentions but some days it is all he can focus on. When we left there he didn’t want to go anywhere besides to see the windows. When we came home he wanted to make sure about his schedule and when he would see his teacher again. Next week he doesn’t have therapy either so I’m praying for a good week and hopefully, we can stay busy with other activities. The night went fast and he was in a good mood with a side of anxiousness for the week ahead. His smile is my joy. In a world of chaos remember to breathe and know that it is ok to sit in the moment and let your heart be reminded of the reason for the season. 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.