At some point Owen crawled into bed with me, asking for his tablet but then falling back asleep. I’m not sure how it’s possible to wake up exhausted but that’s pretty much me every morning. I may have also been a little cranky when I woke up. I tried to snap out of it but it took me a little bit. He doesn’t always understand that I can’t make all things magically happen as soon as he wants something. Milk and waffles and bathroom and tablet and coffee all can’t happen at the same time. And one of those truly tops the priority list because it makes everything else happen quicker. Once I got my first cup of coffee in me I think I calmed down some. We had a day at home. We have been going and going so I wanted to spend one day at home. This went over better with one of us. I promised Owen that tomorrow we would be doing several things including going to the park with grandma. It was good to tell him but also this brought questions all day about when we were going. The art of repeat is what I find myself going through with him. I understand his need for the repetitive behavior and to confirm his schedule but I also want to help with his anxiety and try to minimize the impact it has on him to continue to repeat the same things. If he asks the question too often he wants me to confirm it each time but if I don’t answer quick enough or exactly the same way a meltdown will occur. If I distract him or tell him to move on he seems calmer. It’s another fine line of trying to figure out how far to let it go. I’m amazed at all the languages he is learning and trying to figure out the English language is hard enough. He was watching a video and it kept referencing “write your name” but he then would yell out “turn right no left”. I tried to explain to him the difference but he wasn’t understanding. I know it will come as he is introduced to it in other formats. He said a word in Arabic when he was explaining something to me. I recognized the word because he sings and says words in Arabic all the time but I couldn’t remember what it meant. I asked him what it was and he said, “it’s Arabic”. And so it goes. After researching the word I believe it was “please”. We finished the evening with my music man playing his ukulele, guitar, violin, harmonica, and drums. He sang Old MacDonald putting everything once again on the farm and asked for a xylophone, harp, and saxophone. These are all instruments he has seen in videos. After dinner, we painted together and after the great discussion of what to paint, he decided on a purple cow. It’s pure joy watching Owen play his music and see his growth. This is when I remind myself the doctors told me he might not talk. Not only does he talk but he talks and talks and sings in lots of languages. Never give up. Your story isn’t finished being written. Miracles happen every day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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.