The commands came before I even left the bed. “Sit”, he said, “wanna hug I need a hug please”. “No cat no dog no raccoon”, he went on. I knew that this was his art of distraction. Mornings feel complicated to me. I’m not sure how to help him with the routine even though he knows it perfectly. He wants to go to school but he also needs to process the moments in his time and that can be harder if he sleeps even five minutes longer than he normally does. And sometimes this momma just don’t wanna get up. I know it would help him if every single morning we were up at the exact time but that is hard when we are up numerous times a night. When he got home from school he was extremely focused on the rest of his week. He wanted me to tell him over and over what his schedule was for tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and it kept going and starting over and going. His foot started beating on the carpet and I reminded him to breathe and refocus his mind. This went on periodically throughout the afternoon. He finally changed course when he decided that he needed to turn the microwave on repeatedly while he was watching a video about a toy microwave. He always wants to “cook in the microwave” so we at least “make water”. This kept him busy off and on for the rest of the night. He would run to it wanting to “cook more dinner”, which he ate a huge dinner, asked for more, and devoured that. When he got into bed he rambled off words, phrases, and parts of videos. He was saying the words he asks Siri for as well as what she says. “Translate hippopotamus in Arabic,” he said and then said it in Arabic. He said, “fish noises in Arabic”, he laughed and made a bubbly kind of noise. “That’s a good one”, he said. You would think by now I wouldn’t be shocked at all the words he says and phrases he has memorized but years of waiting for those communication skills has me beyond thankful for every single word he says. I can only imagine how many languages he understands but it still amazes me. I was drinking my coffee earlier, my hair was wet but Owen wasn’t home. And then I thought one day it happens when you least expect it. You find your footing in all of this and it makes me reflect on how far we’ve come. I got my haircut a week ago, he still plays with it. In fact, he plays with it even more now than he did before me getting it cut but he’s processing it and that’s the progress that keeps moving us forward. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Yesterday is written in stone but tomorrow the possibilities are endless. 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.