I think we slept a little better last night than most nights but early is still early no matter how you look at it. My mom said it best, “Owen’s in a time warp”. Right now he wants to make sure that his days ahead are exactly what they are. He’s holding on to his routine and schedule yet there are many activities he does not want to do at all or when he generally would do them. He knew today he was supposed to go to grandma’s house but he told me yesterday he did not want to go bowling until Monday. Now we shall see what happens when Monday comes around. We were also going to our friend’s house today but he didn’t want to go. Everything feels different for him right now. My mom said as soon as I left he was wanting to know when I was coming back and he only wanted to do a couple of the things he does with my mom. And he certainly didn’t want to go bowling when I picked him up. He is ready for church tomorrow and school on Monday and has been ready since he got off the bus on Friday. When we got in the car to come home he yelled out to grandma from the car. “Bye bye I love you”, he said. That’s the first time he yelled from the car to tell her goodbye. I feel like he had a bad good day or maybe it was a good bad day, either way, it was emotional. He was quite happy and laughing with me but then sadness would wash over him and he would start crying. He sat holding my hand this evening and asking Siri and Alexa lots of questions. “Mary had a kangaroo in Arabic”, he said to Siri. He laughed when she replied. On the way home from grandma’s I asked him to sing since he was so upset about where I was and wasn’t turning. He started singing This Old Man in Arabic. It still amazes me how many words, phrases, and songs he knows in countless languages. I can’t wait until one day he can tell me all the languages he understands. When he was in the bath he started yelling out and crying about me not turning right at the fire hydrant. I tried to calm him but he kept crying. When he got into bed he almost immediately asked for a tissue, which he’s only done a couple of times. He wiped his nose and made a pretend blowing sound. Then he told me he was cold and wanted the blanket. He’s never told me he was cold. There was so much to those moments I wanted to cry and I rejoice at the same time. I was thankful for his words and him understanding his needs and wants but beyond sad because something like me not driving by a build, window, fire hydrant, or numerous other places causes him to have a huge meltdown, not to mention that it wasn’t raining and he wanted it to be. He fell asleep crying, in my arms and all I could think is I pray he gets rest because I know it will help. I know we have to keep pushing forward and we must still go places but some days I wish I could stay home and protect him always. I pray tomorrow is better for him. Here’s to the growth and the laughter that makes my heart sing. Find your joy and sing it from the rooftops. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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