Sometimes the hardest parts are the hardest parts. You never know what’s going to hit you and why it hit you. I was standing outside, looking up at the clouds, and saw a deer frolicking with an elephant right behind it. There was a bunny cloud off in the distance and it made me think of my momma. When I was little we used to lay on a big blanket in our front yard and watch the clouds, finding animals and scenery floating by to my delight. I missed these adventures with Owen when he was young. My expectations of how life should go keep me from enjoying how life is going sometimes. The last few days have been amazing though. Owen’s vivid imagination is blooming. We talked a lot more about pants today than we have in a long time. I reminded him that kindness and grace are what we all need. He repeated it and then went on to tell me about one of his therapists that never wears blue pants. I told him that we would have to wait and see but she usually doesn’t wear them. He then told me that his other therapist was on “eternity leave she had a little baby.” Standing at the bus stop he asked me to translate “I want Spider-Man eating a doughnut and chocolate milk in Arabic.” He laughed and laughed as he requested different versions of the phrase. I like to get to the bus stop early so I can have those moments talking to him. When he came home from school I asked him if he wanted to search for treasure. He said, “go for a walk.” I told him yesterday we could go today because it wasn’t supposed to rain. I told him before we could go for a walk we needed to put his stuff up from school and then we could go. When he walked inside he immediately went to his chest. He opened the lid but as soon as he saw me watching he closed the lid. He didn’t want to take it with us on the walk. I decided not to put him in the “little red wagon” because I like him to understand that things can change. We both missed it. We walked and walked and walked. It was an adventure. He talked a lot. He told me about the clouds, trees, summer, winter, fall, buildings, and windows. He talked to everyone he saw. He also talked about blue pants. We were gone probably about fifteen minutes more than his threshold because I could tell his sensory needs were starting to change but he still did fine. The night went fast and I think we were both exhausted from our long walk. He talked about his treasure chest and Santa the pirate but he didn’t ask for anything else new. He did request pizza again and I let him have it. If I could learn to instill the same kindness and grace in my own heart that I keep telling Owen to give to others it would be amazing. I’m thankful for his amazing words and the conversations we are having lately make me very happy. Who knows what tomorrow will bring but I bet he wants more treasure soon. I wonder what he will ask for next. Never give up on the hope for tomorrow. Find your strength and keep moving forward. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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