Focus on the good stuff. That’s what I keep telling myself while procrastinating on the not so fun stuff. My mom always says “Life happens when you have something else planned.” And boy does it seem like this is life right now. At least four o’clock in the morning was not as early as it had been for Owen to wake up. I still wanted to sleep the day away but here we were.
I sit in darkness so many mornings until it’s at a time that Owen can handle it. I am constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. He screams if I say the wrong thing or turn on the lights at the wrong time. Certain ones can be on but that even depends on the day. Some mornings I can handle the screams or him walking behind me turning them off as soon as I turn them on and other days I want to keep the peace.
The volume of life echoes through my mind. He is constantly listening to everything loud. He turns the volume up on his tablet and I always wonder if it is to drown out the sounds of life or so he can hear his thoughts clearer in his own mind. The hum of the fluorescent bulb in my kitchen always catches me with a surprise as I walk past it. The sounds come strong from it and the occasional flicker tells me it is going to need to be replaced soon. I’m sure the flickers are not something he likes either.
“Grandma same hair same hair looks like this string on grandma take me for a ride” and the words kept tumbling from Owen like a waterfall cascading into a tidal pool. He wanted to go to grandma’s house but I told him that the flood had gotten around their neighborhood. He handled it better than most days.
We did lots of activities including Peking on having conversations instead of him just saying one word to me. He took it upon himself to do it with more of the sentences all night long. Each day is a gift. I’m very thankful for how much he has grown.
He laughed a lot for me and that made my day. He always tells me he knows I love it. He wanted shrimp for dinner, an early bath, and lots of fun activities. Bedtime was quick and asking about Church tomorrow. I’m thankful for a good day even though it was extremely loud. Let today be your guide for a better tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I sit in darkness so many mornings until it’s at a time that Owen can handle it. I am constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. He screams if I say the wrong thing or turn on the lights at the wrong time. Certain ones can be on but that even depends on the day. Some mornings I can handle the screams or him walking behind me turning them off as soon as I turn them on and other days I want to keep the peace.
The volume of life echoes through my mind. He is constantly listening to everything loud. He turns the volume up on his tablet and I always wonder if it is to drown out the sounds of life or so he can hear his thoughts clearer in his own mind. The hum of the fluorescent bulb in my kitchen always catches me with a surprise as I walk past it. The sounds come strong from it and the occasional flicker tells me it is going to need to be replaced soon. I’m sure the flickers are not something he likes either.
“Grandma same hair same hair looks like this string on grandma take me for a ride” and the words kept tumbling from Owen like a waterfall cascading into a tidal pool. He wanted to go to grandma’s house but I told him that the flood had gotten around their neighborhood. He handled it better than most days.
We did lots of activities including Peking on having conversations instead of him just saying one word to me. He took it upon himself to do it with more of the sentences all night long. Each day is a gift. I’m very thankful for how much he has grown.
He laughed a lot for me and that made my day. He always tells me he knows I love it. He wanted shrimp for dinner, an early bath, and lots of fun activities. Bedtime was quick and asking about Church tomorrow. I’m thankful for a good day even though it was extremely loud. Let today be your guide for a better tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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