The happy dance happened today. I woke by five, listened, and heard nothing but the sounds from the world around us. I fell back asleep even though I really needed to go to the bathroom I didn’t want to take the chance of waking Owen. Six o’clock came and I heard a noise. He was awake. I heard his tablet turn on and I suggested he go to the bathroom first. He did. He wasn’t thrilled about it but he went. Six o’clock in the morning, I’ll take it. We had an extraordinary morning. He was so happy and he was talking to me about everything. He came to me and showed me a video he was watching on his tablet. It was going through the alphabet and using pictures of items that started with each letter. He was telling me facts about each item. He then sat with me and we read a book together. He ate his breakfast late because when he got up he said, “no chocolate milk”. He wants to wake up and get his day started now it seems. When we started to get ready for church this was when everything seemed to change. He became concerned about the banana again. Only this time it was because I didn’t have one to take to church with him. He wanted one to go in his bag. “Not take a banana with you,” he said, looking for it everywhere and kept repeating he needed a banana. He started doing his mouse walk to the bathroom. He takes his hands and moves them up towards his chest and then hunches over, walking haphazardly around, slowly to his destination. At first, I thought maybe he was trying to mimic the way I walk since I tend to throw my leg out when I walk because of the hemihypertrophy and arthritis but now the movements feel more calculated. By this time we were running late and he was still very concerned about the banana. I rushed him through the process of getting dressed and tried to convince him we would get bananas later. So here we are again on the rollercoaster banana story. And now all day I’ve been singing the song Yes, We’ve Got No Bananas. On the way to church he went through his usual lines about the stoplights but today he told me that “pizza is triangles lights”. We just go with it. He started saying that stoplights were triangles and now he finds things that are shaped like triangles. He did great at church and when I picked him up after the service they said that he found one of the fake bananas and he wanted to throw it in the trash. I’m just thankful there were no meltdowns over it today. When we got home with his ten chicken nuggets and cheeseburger he devoured it and pretty much everything else I put in front of him for the rest of the day. He was very expressive and talkative with me for the rest of the day. I’m thankful for his interactions and wanting to play with me. Sometimes we wonder why me. And sometimes the wonder is why not me. I’m thankful for the gift of my son and all he has taught me. Cherish the moments you have for today is a blessing. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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