Owen slept all night. Me, I woke with one of those resounding headaches that makes you keep one eye closed. It reminds me I need to get my eyes checked. I’ll add it to the list. Owen is laughing away at his tablet. It’s telling him “wrong one” and he keeps hitting the same one, laughing harder. He gets as much joy from choosing the wrong items as he does from selecting the correct ones, all depending on the action the app takes for either selection. In general, he knows the right response, but he likes the process of selecting the same thing over and over. He walked over to me, taking my hand, and making me push one of the buttons on his app. He knows how to do it, but he wants me to be a part of it. I think back to when he couldn’t do the movements himself, not completely understanding how he hands worked. He would take my hand putting it on his tablet for me to do the motions for him. We worked on activities to strengthen his fine motor skills. And we are still working on his fine motor skills. I decided to start painting with him a little over a year ago. He helps me paint the backgrounds of our paintings with a hand over hand method. He will also ask “let’s paint a church” and he will paint his beloved church, still using the same method, but he goes through all the motions. I showed him he could create the church using shapes he knows and from there he loved painting them. And we paint a lot of them. I think painting has given me a new outlook and inspired me to do things I never thought were possible. I always said I couldn’t paint, but it was because I couldn’t paint perfectly. Now I find excitement in painting perfectly imperfect paintings. Life is not always what you expected, but letting going of those expectations and embracing you will bring you joy like you never knew. Be bold, be beautiful, be you. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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