Some days the dream of reality is deeper than the oceans of days gone by. Owen slept late again this morning. I wish I could say the same thing. The days have been weighing heavy on my heart. The rain was pouring down on the roof and all I kept hoping was that it would stop by the time we had to go wait for the bus. We went out to the bus and thankfully there were only a few random drops left. He wanted Siri to translate several things and then his bus turned the corner. It was wonderful when he waved goodbye to me again. Every time he sees the bus he gets so excited and a smile washed over his face. I wish we could all be that excited about life. So in true Owen fashion, he does not forget a thing. He came home yesterday and told me a tale about all the things he did at the “play center” only they didn’t go yesterday. I thought I got my days mixed up when he started talking about it. I should have known better. He was telling me about what he did the last time we went. His teacher must have told them yesterday that they would be going and that’s why he started talking about it yesterday. I found out when I sent his teacher a message telling her I was picking him up for therapy. That’s when she said they were going on the field trip and I realized my boy was going to enjoy his day. I could tell when I picked him up he was happy about going but I know it was also hard on him to not have his regular routined day. We went to therapy and he did pretty well but I could tell he was tired from all the yawning he was doing. I also think he was in sensory overload. He did pretty well though but it was still a lot for him after he was at the “play center” all day. On our way home he didn’t want chicken until he realized he told me he didn’t want chicken. And then when we got home he was upset because I threw the bananas in the trash a month ago. He told me he was going to eat grass for dinner but decided he wanted a sausage dog. All the days feel like waves of emotions riding the crest of the ocean. How do you decide between the moment and the future? Sure he loved going but the rolling riptide after is what was hard so I always wonder if it is the right thing to send him on the field trips. Even yesterday when he knew his day ahead would be changed he didn’t want to go ride his bike, like he was preparing for tomorrow. Change is hard and routine means everything. He had a pretty quiet night and he was ready for his Friday. I’m thankful for his smile. Create your memories each and every day with what’s important to you. 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.