Battling the octopus day two is now complete. Owen was up for many hours during the middle of the night. He came to my bed, mixed with emotions, ready for his day, and very unable to settle. He was humming a tune I couldn’t recognize and his legs were going ninety to nothing constantly. This is where the big drug debate could happen, but I don’t focus on that. No matter which way you choose you will have someone that suggests something else. Owen is dairy and gluten-free. He’s been on different types of supplements and we’ve tried a few other things for him. I steer clear of the debate whenever possible because at this point what is the right answer for your child may not work for someone else. Our bodies react to things differently and because of that, there isn't a one-size-fits-all solution. Today however I am focused on the fact that Owen did, in fact, get out of bed, multiple times, and multiple beds, to get to the bus stop on time in underwear. He had his clothes on too, but my child is kinda sorta mostly maybe potty trained. He got to school, put his stuff up, and took himself right to the potty. Can I get a hallelujah. Next was breakfast, eating with a fork, and drinking out of a cup without a lid. School rules. That phrase can be taken in many ways. The rules at school are completely different than the rules at home. And like one his favorite pastimes, the elevator, he is good at pushing my buttons. He knows the right amount of scream, with a dose of crying, and a side of emotions to get me. But there are still the meltdown moments too. I have to figure out the fine line between what is him being Owen and what is about to cause a meltdown. I don’t always get it remotely correct. And sometimes I’m just tired. Today I celebrate the victories. My sweet baby O is finding his voice, his way, and growing before my very eyes. Believe in miracles, know that life can change in a minute, and through determination, you can make a difference. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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