Owen screams a lot and by a lot, I mean a lot, a lot. They aren’t always mad screams but screams nonetheless. I wanted him to try chicken noodle soup. He wanted to scream about it. Sometimes the screams keep me from pushing forward but if I see any glimmer that he might like a food or activity I keep going. I made a rule that Owen had to try at least one bite. There are exceptions to this because he has sensory issues with food but I can instantly tell if he won’t like something. And I have learned to pay attention to it quickly because “throw it in de trash” has become a new habit and it can happen if he doesn’t like the smell of my food, even if I haven’t asked him to take a bite. Well, tonight he did great with food. He had three bites of my chicken noodle soup and he was not a fan but I really wasn’t either. It was a brand I hadn’t tried before and I think he was right. I also had potato bites and when I went to get him more milk he decided they were his, plus he ate all of the pizza rolls I made for him. The real excitement happened after dinner. He asked me to “cut de toenail” and took me to where the nail clippers were. I wanted to cry. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops. I always wanted him to be able to tell me if his feet bothered him. I was worried he wouldn’t be able to tell me if there was a rock in his shoe or his socks were bunched up so this was a big step for him. Not long ago he was still calling his toes “birthday candle”. It took me a while to figure out that he was referencing his toes and here he is now telling me when his toenails need to be clipped. The days can be challenging, for both of us, the days can be long but when you see the sky opening up and your baby soaring there are no words to describe the emotions. Almost on cue, Owen yelled, “cry”. He may have seen the tears of joy swelling behind my eyes. Every day is like a present. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Believe in miracles, believe in the hope of tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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