This time it was the 4:30 wake-up call but I had been awake off and on all night so here we were. Owen was very excited about getting to see everyone today and being kind to his therapists so his teacher would be happy. This was my hope for his day.
There were many giggles from him and lots of sharing about what his day would hold. He wanted me to play his apps. Instead of him doing it he takes my hand and will use my finger to do the actions. This is something he did when he was first learning how to use his fingers. I remind him he can do it and I will watch him. Repeat mode was in full swing but he was oh-so happy about his day.
I’m thankful for how much he loves school. I hoped he would remain calm for his day and enjoy the egg hunt. I couldn’t wait to hear how it went. When we went outside to wait for the bus a car pulled up in front of our house and parked for a second. I wasn’t sure how he would handle it. The wheels are always turning in my mind how moments like these will affect our whole day. Thankfully they left quickly enough that he could return his focus back to looking for the bus.
I picked up Owen for his therapy and he had a bag full of goodies. His teacher let me know he had a blast. I’m so glad he enjoyed it. On the way to therapy, he was focused on not going to school tomorrow. He hardly mentioned his therapies at all.
Maybe summer is a time we should stay home more and let him regroup. I know it can’t happen but being upset about clothing is so hard. His therapist said he did okay but he couldn’t be redirected and wouldn’t let her work with him on many exercises. He yelled at me for several miles after we left. I told him I didn’t appreciate being yelled at and him talking about their clothes. He could tell I was very upset. When he saw his first therapist he immediately started talking to her because she was wearing blue pants and wouldn’t stop asking her about them. I just don’t even know what to do. When we got home I started crying and he knew I was clearly upset from all the screaming. He tried to find something else we could talk about and he told me he wanted to go read Curious George to the horses. I was happy he was trying to get through it.
I told him that we couldn’t keep going if all he was going to do was yell at people and not enjoy his sessions anymore. It breaks my heart that he focuses so much on what people are wearing that he can’t get past it to enjoy the moments anymore. I told him that I loved him over and over but that yelling was not kind and we had to be kind. I want him to understand it is not fair to his doctors and therapists when he yells for his sessions. I feel like it clicked more today and I pray that next time we go he makes this connection.
He came to me wanting a hug and to tell me he was sorry. I told him thank you. He sat with me for a few minutes and told me about his tablet. I’m not sure if he put himself or me in a timeout but he kept saying “timeout.” Before bedtime, he started doing his deep breathing exercises and told me to take a deep breath. I know he could tell I was upset but he was talking to me a lot and being very descriptive. He was talking about my mauve dress. He was saying it was tan and I told him it’s more of a mauve so now he is calling it “mob.”
By bedtime, he was plotting his Saturday with Grandma. I know it is a lot for him to process but we have to find a way where he is not yelling at everyone. He gets nothing from his therapies if he can’t work through this. I pray for a calm night for him and lots of sleep. My heart aches that it is so hard for him when he doesn’t see what he needs to see. His laughter and his big hugs helped my heart tonight. Each day I pray for answers and a way I can learn to help him understand. Love, compassion, and understanding go a long way to a beautiful life. Let kindness rule your days. Smiles to all and donut daze!
There were many giggles from him and lots of sharing about what his day would hold. He wanted me to play his apps. Instead of him doing it he takes my hand and will use my finger to do the actions. This is something he did when he was first learning how to use his fingers. I remind him he can do it and I will watch him. Repeat mode was in full swing but he was oh-so happy about his day.
I’m thankful for how much he loves school. I hoped he would remain calm for his day and enjoy the egg hunt. I couldn’t wait to hear how it went. When we went outside to wait for the bus a car pulled up in front of our house and parked for a second. I wasn’t sure how he would handle it. The wheels are always turning in my mind how moments like these will affect our whole day. Thankfully they left quickly enough that he could return his focus back to looking for the bus.
I picked up Owen for his therapy and he had a bag full of goodies. His teacher let me know he had a blast. I’m so glad he enjoyed it. On the way to therapy, he was focused on not going to school tomorrow. He hardly mentioned his therapies at all.
Maybe summer is a time we should stay home more and let him regroup. I know it can’t happen but being upset about clothing is so hard. His therapist said he did okay but he couldn’t be redirected and wouldn’t let her work with him on many exercises. He yelled at me for several miles after we left. I told him I didn’t appreciate being yelled at and him talking about their clothes. He could tell I was very upset. When he saw his first therapist he immediately started talking to her because she was wearing blue pants and wouldn’t stop asking her about them. I just don’t even know what to do. When we got home I started crying and he knew I was clearly upset from all the screaming. He tried to find something else we could talk about and he told me he wanted to go read Curious George to the horses. I was happy he was trying to get through it.
I told him that we couldn’t keep going if all he was going to do was yell at people and not enjoy his sessions anymore. It breaks my heart that he focuses so much on what people are wearing that he can’t get past it to enjoy the moments anymore. I told him that I loved him over and over but that yelling was not kind and we had to be kind. I want him to understand it is not fair to his doctors and therapists when he yells for his sessions. I feel like it clicked more today and I pray that next time we go he makes this connection.
He came to me wanting a hug and to tell me he was sorry. I told him thank you. He sat with me for a few minutes and told me about his tablet. I’m not sure if he put himself or me in a timeout but he kept saying “timeout.” Before bedtime, he started doing his deep breathing exercises and told me to take a deep breath. I know he could tell I was upset but he was talking to me a lot and being very descriptive. He was talking about my mauve dress. He was saying it was tan and I told him it’s more of a mauve so now he is calling it “mob.”
By bedtime, he was plotting his Saturday with Grandma. I know it is a lot for him to process but we have to find a way where he is not yelling at everyone. He gets nothing from his therapies if he can’t work through this. I pray for a calm night for him and lots of sleep. My heart aches that it is so hard for him when he doesn’t see what he needs to see. His laughter and his big hugs helped my heart tonight. Each day I pray for answers and a way I can learn to help him understand. Love, compassion, and understanding go a long way to a beautiful life. Let kindness rule your days. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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