He told me the leprechauns needed to get busy fixing his grandma and I couldn’t agree more. He went on to tell me he needed to be happy and kind to his therapist so he could go to Tudors for dinner. I liked that he was thinking through the process.
He remained pretty calm while we got ready and waited for the bus. He kept telling me to take a deep breath so he knows what to do but it’s a matter of applying it at the right times. He was happy to see the bus come around the corner and know that he was not going on a field trip.
His teacher said he had a pretty good day when I picked him up for his therapy. He still wanted to go to Tudors. I told him if he was happy and did all his exercises I would take him. He said he had to be kind to his therapist. When he saw her he was happy because she was wearing exactly what he wanted her to wear.
She said he had a pretty good day but was still focused on what she was wearing. She explained almost perfectly how it feels like he is excelling in several things and reverting back to his old ways on things like physical exercises. Swimming is about the only exercise he wants to do.
I took him to Tudors to get his chicken strips and French fries. He was so excited about his food. They gave him a piece of garlic toast in his meal and that was the first thing he went after. He ate almost all of his dinner.
He stayed fairly calm all evening and was focused on going to school tomorrow. I tried to redirect him every time he wanted to talk about field trips he didn’t want to go on. By nighttime, he was trying to make me laugh and that was the best part of my day. His laugh truly makes the world a better place. Each day is a gift. Through challenges, we learn patience, and through patience, we learn reflection. Smiles to all and donut daze!