Owen woke in the middle of the night. He woke crying. It was a high-pitch squeal of a cry. My heart stopped. I jumped up and I could hear him getting out of bed at the same time. He stopped crying as soon as his feet hit the floor. All I can think is he had a bad dream. He got into bed with me and went back to sleep. Me, not so much. The screaming nights like these don’t happen as much as they used to, but they still fill me with emotions. He couldn’t tell me what was wrong and I wanted him to know he was safe. When he woke this morning he was fine, no lingering moments from his night before and he was ready to start our day. He knew it was bowling day. I was excited to go. We got his new ball drilled for his finger holes and I couldn’t wait for him to be able to use it. We were going against routine a little bit today, breakfast at a restaurant with our family, then bowling, then some time for Owen to be with his grandparents, and then to the coffee shop. I told him how we were still going to do everything, but in a little different order. He handle it well, only asking for me to change clothes a few times, which is his go-to response when our routine is different and he wants to go home. Home is where he has the most control and comfort. His anxiety is increasing, but I also see growth and a whole new way he is processing things. We had a few moments today that stopped us in our tracks, a stoplight got us, and there was something not right with the angle of the door, but my boy got my shoes for me, even getting a matching pair. My heart soared with excitement as he handed me my shoes. I’m thankful for these moments of growth. The littlest of steps are the biggest of victories. In this journey of life there are always twists and turns, but know that tomorrow is a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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