I sit here and watch my little man and I wonder what he is thinking. Sometimes I think I know and sometimes I just cry. His eyes are bright and blue and full of curiosity and I think he is smart so why don’t the words fall from his mouth?!?!
Right now he is watching how gravity works. For about twenty minutes he has watched how things fall off a shelf. Once everything has fallen he puts them back on the shelf and starts the process all over again. I often wonder if it is a game or a need or maybe just the way he learns.
At almost three we are still working at some of the basic skills. He says very few complete words, he very rarely asks me for food and cannot dress himself, yet somehow he can memorize a video just once after he has seen it. The brain is so mysterious.
I try to explain to him that we need to do things like get dressed, that I have to change his diaper hoping that he will understand he really needs to use the potty and even what bedtime is but I don’t know what he understands. I wait for him to understand it and everything just click. Still waiting, still praying.
Every time I dress him I make a big deal about each step. I say Owen we have to take your night clothes off and put on what you are wearing for the day. I then go through each of the steps to tell him what is happening. I try to make him push his arms through his shirt or I leave his pants hang just lower than they should to see if he will pull them up. I see more interest in this every day and I was so excited when he actually took his coat off for me but yet he can’t put his coat back on.
The smallest steps mean the most. I get so thrilled when he figures out a new thing, my heart leaps for joy at these tiny moments and then it seems my every day challenges don’t really matter anymore. Today is a brand new day and together we will walk this path of exploration, footloose and cow’s milk free.
Right now he is watching how gravity works. For about twenty minutes he has watched how things fall off a shelf. Once everything has fallen he puts them back on the shelf and starts the process all over again. I often wonder if it is a game or a need or maybe just the way he learns.
At almost three we are still working at some of the basic skills. He says very few complete words, he very rarely asks me for food and cannot dress himself, yet somehow he can memorize a video just once after he has seen it. The brain is so mysterious.
I try to explain to him that we need to do things like get dressed, that I have to change his diaper hoping that he will understand he really needs to use the potty and even what bedtime is but I don’t know what he understands. I wait for him to understand it and everything just click. Still waiting, still praying.
Every time I dress him I make a big deal about each step. I say Owen we have to take your night clothes off and put on what you are wearing for the day. I then go through each of the steps to tell him what is happening. I try to make him push his arms through his shirt or I leave his pants hang just lower than they should to see if he will pull them up. I see more interest in this every day and I was so excited when he actually took his coat off for me but yet he can’t put his coat back on.
The smallest steps mean the most. I get so thrilled when he figures out a new thing, my heart leaps for joy at these tiny moments and then it seems my every day challenges don’t really matter anymore. Today is a brand new day and together we will walk this path of exploration, footloose and cow’s milk free.
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