“Owen do you want pizza or fish for dinner”, I asked, trying to give him options. “Shrimp”, he said, giving himself more options. Hey, I’m all for it. If he knows what he wants and he eats it then why not. Early on I started giving him choices. For years I would say both sides of the conversation though. This still brings a lot of emotions to me. I wanted him to know that he could interact with me. I would ask him all kinds of questions, I still do. I ask him to tell me what his favorite color is, stating then that my favorite color is pink, hoping for the connection. I also tell him that it’s fine if he doesn’t have a favorite color because maybe he likes them all or he would rather have a favorite texture or shape. I remind him that he has choices. He’s never told me his favorite color but I will keep asking him. I worried that he wouldn’t be able to tell me when he had a rock in his shoe or if he didn’t feel good. Somehow he connected singing “momma called the doctor and the doctor said” with not feeling well. I rejoiced when I made the connection that he was singing it when he wasn’t feeling well. Now he asks for his doctor by name but will still sing the song. He loves his doctor and I wanted to make sure that anytime he had to see her that the experience was good. It’s hard enough when he doesn’t want to do something but if he doesn’t like someone or wherever are going I can tell instantly. Thankfully he loves going to her office because he gets to ride the elevator and there is a slide in the waiting room. I’m being serenaded with the “spinach” version of Humpty Dumpty and him saying “two more minutes” because he doesn’t want to get ready for bed yet. He’s happy but hyper so we shall see how bedtime goes. And this momma is happy with his progress. Follow your dreams, lead with your heart, and believe in the possibilities of tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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