I’m thankful Owen is sleeping better. He still isn’t sleeping all night but at least he is falling back asleep when he comes to me. He woke up in a good mood but still had very distinctive ideas about what he wanted to wear, what he wanted me to wear, and what he wanted everyone else that he was going to see today to wear. It’s exhausting. His teacher and aides are working on it with us, his therapist, his behavioral specialist, my advisor for him, our church, and grandma, we are all working on it. He doesn’t forget a thing though. And he is a mastermind. His communication skills are skyrocketing as well so I hoping that he will start to understand that not everyone can or will wear the same thing. Being part of the decision making process is helping him cope with what we are wearing but it doesn’t stop the forward train of him wanting everyone in blue pants. He had a great day at school. When I picked him up for therapy they said he has been doing really good with his reading and that’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I try to work on this with him to some degree every day by reading books with him or having him spell words for me. The more that I can get him to interact with me the better it is to help foster those communication skills. He had a couple of moments they said at his therapy sessions where he got upset because one of the therapists crossed her legs. So many rules govern his moments. Thankfully she was able to distract him and move him forward. He chose pizza for dinner but it was pretty much one big meal from the minute we got home. It seems like he has been sitting at the table a lot the last week eating and eating. He sang for me throughout the evening and wanted me to sing with him numerous times. This isn’t always the case. My voice is an acquired taste some nights. Bedtime was a big discussion of what he was going to wear. He wants blue night pants always but I try to get him to understand he can’t always have blue pants. He had three pants to choose from and none of them were blue or had any blue in them. He went back and forth, finally choosing a grey camo pair but as soon as he got into bed he took them off because they weren’t blue pants. I was not even going to start a battle I would not have won. He at least had them on for a few minutes. I’m starting a new strategy with him and we will see how it goes. Today I breathe. I gather strength from the steps of yesteryear. Owen has come so far and he will continue to grow. Letting him find his voice in an always questioning world can be difficult for him but he is doing amazing, stepping up to the challenges that have been in front of him, and checking them off one by one. Never give up on the hope of tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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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.