As I watched Owen eat a second dinner of shrimp I had to breathe. We ate dinner earlier and he had ham, green beans, and potatoes. He actually ate most of his first dinner for it not being his first choice. I helped him with putting the bites on his fork, but he did great with actually eating everything. And now the shrimp are flying. He gets so distracted as he eats and the shrimp easily fall out of his hands as he sits there playing with his tablet. But he managed to eat all of the ones on his plate minus the few on the floor, chair, and in his hair. He got up halfway through eating, ready to run to the living room. I was able to stop him, but more shrimp parts hit the floor and some of the chips I gave him while he was waiting for his shrimp to cook. It’s like a smorgasbord on the floor. Even though he was happy I was emotional. It seemed like a hard day for me. He screamed when his tablet wouldn’t pull up what he was expecting or it took to long. He cried as he waited. I heard his shrill cry and I knew I needed to hell him immediately. There’s no stopping the moving train unless I help calm him down. But I wanted to cry too. I couldn’t tell what was wrong. To me, it seemed like everything was fine with his tablet, yet the screaming continued. Distraction was next up and that seemed to calm him down some. I try to get him to explain why he is upset, but that does not always help. He started asking for his blanket. The one he wanted was in the dryer. I wondered if that was why he was screaming. He doesn’t like the noise from the dryer even though it is in the basement he can still feel it. I try to do it when he is sleeping, but I had to get his blanket dry before it was time for bed. There always seems like a stumbling block I need to get through. He didn’t want to go to bed until the blanket was dry. As soon as I brought it to his bed he was ready to go to sleep. We still had to go through our nighttime process, but it seems like once I had the right blanket sleep found him quickly. Through my emotions, I see his growth. I try to not dwell on the moments of sadness or the times when the air feels too thick to breathe. Even during the rough days like today, I rejoice how far he has come and can’t wait to see what tomorrow holds. Let the miracles give you the strength to chase your dreams tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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