Did You Mean Thursday
Some days I tell myself to breathe, you’re doing a good job and other days, well, I cry. When I think about yesteryear I see how far Owen has come and the crying I want to do needs to stop. The highs, mediums, and lows of the day kept me on my toes. For a while now Owen has been using a cup that has no lid. He has now become fascinated with sticking his hand in the cup, pouring the liquid out of the cup, and basically doing the Hokey Pokey with the cup and shaking it all about. Plus, of course, he is like his momma and we spill things. The combination of these things had milk everywhere three separate times. I don’t want to go back to giving him a cup with a lid because he needs to learn not to stick his hands in his drink but he also can’t be spilling his drink on purpose. It’s time to overthink on this one. We went to his therapy and he truly did amazing, right place, right therapist this time. When we were coming home we drove by an abandoned garage. The doors are always open on it. This does not go over well with him. He needs and wants those doors closed. It’s a building we pass often and he knows it before we are anywhere near it. He starts talking about the doors needing to be shut when we are still a mile or more away from it. At first, when he would talk about the doors being closed I didn’t understand what he meant but as time has gone on I realized he was concerned about the garage. I wish I could stop and close the doors. He talked to me about them all the way home from his therapy. I try to distract him. I have different phrases and techniques to help him to not go into a meltdown. I started singing, “it’s a rolie polie rolie polie and I’m bigger than this” a made-up song I’ve been singing with him for years. He wasn’t really interested in hearing anything other than me saying we would fix the doors, even though there was no way to fix the doors. We got home and he started playing with his table. He wanted me to type in the Spanish version of “a poem is” from Disney. Instead of typing the Spanish words I typed it in English but put that we wanted the Spanish version. He deleted what I typed and said exactly what I was supposed to type in Spanish, so I learned he can also read English and Spanish to some degree. As the day came to a close I realized that tomorrow is a brand new day. Through challenges we learn and grow and I know that we will do it together. Find your inspiration and make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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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.