“Red shirt”, he said over and over, his foot stomping on the ground and his face still showing the signs of being very sleepy. Owen didn’t want to take his shirt off. He came to me sometime in the middle of the night and then fell back asleep until close to eight. He couldn’t shake the sleep. He also didn’t go to the bathroom right away. He got his shirt really wet and I made him take it off. He was not happy. He likes his red shirt and he wanted it on. I tried some of his other favorite shirts but he wanted the red one. For some reason, I got him two plain red shirts and this has come in handy on numerous occasions. I’m not quite sure why he wants the red one so much but maybe it’s his favorite color. I luckily had washed both his reds shirt but the one was still in the dryer. I told him I would get it and then he could wear it. This made him happy. Within the hour he was calmer and I had him play his new game. He went to visit “grandma” today when I had an appointment. We got ready and he was pretty set since he didn’t want to change his red shirt. No meltdowns all the way there. He wasn’t pleased with one of the roads I took but he recovered quickly from it. I went to my appointment and came back to get him. He listened to instructions well when I told him we had to go and got in the car. I was trying to prepare myself for the ride home. I was praying he would handle it fine. We drove and I talked to him about license plates and where the cars were from, hoping to distract him. I went the long way home, also hoping for the big distraction. And we made it. No screaming. No meltdowns. No outburst. None. I was so thrilled. There was lots of traffic, lots of red lights, and we didn’t go to see the windows, and still no meltdowns. That right there was my big smile for the day. My emotions get the best of me so many days and today was a big one. He really was calm for most of the day but it’s still the little things that make my heart cry out for calm. He asked me a hundred times about grandma’s house tomorrow. It’s routine and he needs that more than anything right now but it still makes me sad. He can’t process it all but it’s so hard steering the conversation away from the same words over and over. If I don’t answer him he gets upset, if I answer the wrong way he gets upset, and if I tell him something different he will correct me and make sure I know what he’s doing. Days like today are about my emotions. He really had a great day, remaining calm through most of it but I still am full of those rollercoaster emotions waiting for the other shoe to drop. And also beyond thankful that he had a good day. That’s the progress I’m rejoicing. Find the joy in your day and know that you can make a difference in this world. 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.