Exhaustion is exhausting. We’ve been sleeping better, but it just all catches up to you. Owen’s words are amazing and I’m beyond thankful that he is talking and able to share his emotions. It is also exhausting though. As much as his words are amazing he wants answers for everything instantly. He starts squealing when he doesn’t get his answers and then he starts asking them again until I answer. Plus, I have to answer the way he wants me to answer or it starts again. Learning to break the cycle for both of us is hard and when you are trying to do one thing and he is doing the opposite you have to focus on one or the other. I remind us both to breathe and I redirect. He had a good morning and did great about getting ready for school. A little bit of the squealing took place when he was trying to put his shoes on but I push forward and let him get ready. There’s a fine line between helping him get ready and trying to do what I need to do and also keeping him from having a meltdown. I don’t want to help him too quickly because he needs to learn how to do things on his own to promote independence but I also want him to know that I am there in case he can’t do something. It feels like a guessing game and I don’t always guess right. He wanted to wear his “green camo jacket please.” It wasn’t as cool today outside so I let him wear his camo jacket which is thinner weight and especially since he asked so nicely. We went out to wait for the bus and he was very excited. He was talking about his day and going to therapy. He always likes to tell our neighbor bye when she leaves her house. He said, “she’s leaving she left” as she pulled away. I love all these words and connections. My day was made when the bus aide told me he told her, “I love my mommy” yesterday. I cling to those words and they stamp a permanent smile on my heart. I picked him up from school and I took him to therapy. I’m thankful he got to go again today. When I sit in the parking lot too long or he thinks I need to get through a light quicker he will say, “room up.” I’m not sure where this expression comes from but it’s back in circulation for us again. He did well at therapy. We came home and had a very quiet evening. He fell asleep laughing and I’m hoping that he sleeps all night again. I hold his words dear to me because they will continue to help him grow and become more independent. Sing a song with a melody that strikes a chord to your soul and do great works. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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