I want to hang the gone fishing sign out and let it be the end of the day. But Owen did great even on a hard day. And boy, oh boy can this dude eat. I would have to say growth spurt is happening. He asked for shrimp for dinner, no surprise there, but I had barbecue chicken for us. I know he likes it but he loves his shrimp more. I made macaroni and cheese to go with it and I sat it down in front of him. He immediately asked for shrimp. I told him if he ate the chicken he could have shrimp. He ate two full dinners. All the barbecue and macaroni and cheese went in a flash. Plus, he ate it with a fork. As the last bite was being devoured he asked for veggie straws and shrimp. I made him about a dozen popcorn shrimp, thinking there was no way he could eat them all, gone. He didn’t ask for anymore, but I have a feeling he could have eaten them. He was in full sensory overload tonight, wanting to jump and scream at the top of his lungs. Me, I wanted to go to bed early. He won. His body can’t rest sometimes. And my heart aches for him, wishing peace would wash over his body. He kept taking his head and grinding it into the pillow, turning quickly to chew on the comforter. I thought about the irony in the word and how many blankets, cushions, and clothes he’s chewed through. Shirt after shirt gets put in his mouth, holes chewed within a day. The couch didn’t stand the test of time and lost many a battle between him jumping and chewing on it. He’s already chewed an area of his new comforter tonight. I have different types of sensory chew accessories for him, but he has always preferred cloth to chew on. He fell asleep in my arms tonight, in his new bed, and then I snuck off to his old room. “Mommy’s room” is the best room to fall asleep in. For the love of Owen, I grow. The smiles he gives me push me through the moments of sorrow and worry. It’s hard watching him struggle when all I want to do is give him peace. He’s growing. I know he is learning and today through it all he listened well, which is not an easy task for him. Never give up. I look at my miracle every day. Through rays of sunshine, we will walk and through nightfall, we can regroup. Be the change you want to see in the world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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