I’m thankful the dude has been sleeping more through the night. Owen wakes up happier, maybe with a little side of clinginess, but a better attitude. He generally doesn’t want me to do anything besides sit with him when he first wakes up. We have to ease into our day. I try to convince him I do a lot better easing into my day if I have coffee but he doesn’t quite understand the draw to it, yet. It seems like a pot of coffee only goes so far with me. He couldn’t stop moving tonight. Some days are like that. He kept running from the living room to the kitchen and back again. I wonder how my floor joists hold up from all the jumping. He was happy all night. I’ve been trying to focus on his dexterity and doing activities that will help him understand how his body works. Owen can’t count to ten holding each finger up corresponding with a number. He’s getting closer and closer though. I know it won’t be much longer. We’ve been working on this skill for years. When I ask him to count with me he takes his hands and he points to each finger, switching hands and counting to ten. I’ll take it. This used to bring huge screams and meltdowns from him. And sign language for years was something he didn’t even want to look at. If I showed him signs he would immediately push my hands down, running away screaming. Now he happily sings with me when I sign the alphabet or other words and songs he knows. The only word that he ever liked to sign or would even humor seeing was the word “more”. His therapist taught it to him so he would request more bubbles but he didn’t want to sign the word bubbles or anything else besides the one word. I’m still thankful for that one word, very very thankful. It gave me both hope and an understanding of how difficult it is for my baby to learn new skills, use them, and to deal with the emotions attached to those skills. I still remember the first time Owen held up the number one with his finger, without me prompting him. We were bowling and he said, “one more” holding up his finger. Tears fill my eyes still to this day. That was a huge moment in his life and a bigger one for me. Never give up. The hope is in tomorrow, the hope is in our future. Follow your heart, follow your dreams, and believe. 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.