How early is too early to go to bed or maybe how late is too early to wake up I wonder. Maybe I’m still sleeping. Owen woke up at some point and didn’t want to sleep in his “blue bed” until he thought about possibly getting his tablet and then going back to bed. He decided instead we would just be awake. As soon as I got out of bed he told me to sit. Some mornings he needs me to sit on the couch and hold him and sometimes he wants me to sit on the couch but he needs to run from one room to the next expelling his energy as he goes. He was ready for school, eager to get to the bus, but he didn’t want to get dressed. “Sit”, he told me again. I told him if I sat that he couldn’t go see his teacher and his friends. This started him moving to get ready. I put his pants and socks on the couch and went to get dressed. I came back to him putting on his pants on himself, I hadn’t even asked him to try. He had them pulled up and was spinning round and round trying to pull them the rest of the way. I wanted to do the happy dance but I had to help him. He, unfortunately, put them on backward but I was still thrilled beyond words. I truly wish I could have let him wear them backward only because I wanted him to know how huge the victory was and sometimes when I have to redo his clothing it causes him to have a meltdown. I told him how excited and proud I was that he did this all on his own. I helped him turn them around and I explained which direction goes in front. He is getting it. He helped with both his socks and shoes and away we went to the bus stop. He knew today was “therapy day therapy day” and he made sure “mommy going to pick you up me up”. He always says my words and his words. When I picked him up his teacher told me he had a great day and they are working on helping to transition him to winter clothes. He has a hard time with long sleeves or jackets instead of short sleeves. I can also hear a difference in him saying the correct words to describe an outfit. We got to his therapy and he had several great sessions but they said he was a little tired. Sounds about right when he got up before five in the morning. On our way home he was getting anxious. I've tried numerous ways to get him to find peace while we are driving someplace. One of the strategies I’ve worked with him on is to count cars as they pass us. Almost in the exact same place I originally suggested it he said, “let's count cars” and he started counting each one. He did it almost the whole way home. I can tell you I wanted to rejoice right then. I was celebrating that victory and all the other ones from our day. I’m very thankful for his growth today and every day. I tell him that he is moving mountains and can accomplish anything he sets his mind to. Never give up on the miracle yet to happen. Tomorrow is a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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