“It’s not a problem”, Owen said to me when I tried to convince him to come eat his breakfast. He was watching the tv that he knows how to work better than me. Instead of coming he turned the volume way up and said, “I’m gonna take it away”. So I may have said that a time or ten and I suppose I should start following through with it. By the time I try to react to one thing he has moved on and had my attention for the next phase of what hoops we will be jumping through. As soon as he opened his eyes this morning he started talking about the ducks. I’m not really sure what ducks he was even talking about, but they were of great concern. He quickly moved on from them though and laid there talking to me in words I couldn’t understand. He laughed and said, “wanna go potty let’s go potty”. He emphasizes the word potty almost like it’s a “poTAY” waiting to happen. He started to get out of bed, but he hung on the edge instead. He literally was hanging off the edge of the bed, one foot dangling down, holding on with the rest of his body. He has no fear and doesn’t understand how falling can hurt him. School was the topic of discussion again. He repeated the word “school” contentiously for at least twenty minutes straight, besting his foot to the ground, and then sporadically throughout the day. My heart aches for him. He yelled, “school’s over” I don’t know how many times as well. He can’t process it. It was taken away from him so abruptly and I had no time to prepare him. Plus, not having any activities for him to go through is extremely hard. All I can do is pray that he understands I’m still here for him. I keep asking him if he wants to talk to his teacher or watch her videos, but that leads to more meltdowns. I remind myself one day at a time. We were sitting at dinner and Owen said to me “you need a hug”. Yes, yes I do. Through the rain, the sun will still find a way to shine. Never give up. Know that tomorrow can be extraordinary and together we can make a difference. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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