I was sitting on the couch when Owen walked around the corner and he crawled up in my lap. My morning was made. He had slept a little later than he normally does and immediately came to me when he woke. It’s always wonderful when our days start calmly. We eat pizza for dinner. Owen also wore pizza at dinner. He’s growing again. He ate more than half of a deep dish frozen pizza we had. He was almost done with what was on his plate so I got up to get him more. When I went to put it on his plate miraculously there was more on his plate and a lot less on mine. He was enjoying it one might say. He was extremely hyper again, asking for his teacher in almost every breath he took. He wants me to tell him when he will see her again. I try to make him tell me. He knows the days of the week and he knows his routine. And sometimes I want to sit without any noise going on in my head. I think about all the things I didn’t accomplish today instead of the miracles I see in front of me. Stress is a beast some days, most days. I’m sitting here with wet hair after it took Owen over two hours to fall asleep. All I can do is pray he doesn’t wake up until my hair is dry. My hair is such a meltdown trigger for him and he hasn’t seen it completely wet in years. I have been working with him trying to explain that mommy can have wet hair like him but he doesn’t want to hear it. I have been trying to build his tolerance up for my hair being wet by showing him sections of it wet when I run it under the faucet. This has not gone over well and it’s hours of him screaming or pulling my hair. So more breathing for me. I remind myself how far we’ve come and tomorrow will be a brand new day. Focus on the positive, don’t let the negatives slip back into your daily world, and know that you are stronger than you ever thought you were. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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