A Saturday would not be complete if I didn’t wake before five and go to bed after midnight. The days blend into the night so easily. Owen woke in a great mood but it seemed to change after I suggested he try strawberries and sandals. I suppose I don’t blame him. I’ve never been a big fan of sandals and I only started appreciating strawberries in the last few years. With his breakfast this morning I asked him if he wanted to try a strawberry. He said, “no strawberry today”. I said, how about you try a bite. It’s a rule I have for him that he has to always try a bite and then he can decide if he likes it. I wasn’t going to push the strawberry though because he has tried one before and didn’t like it. But like all of us, he might change his mind. He got it to his lips and I knew what was coming next. “Throw it in the trash”, he said and he did, running away as he did it. He’s been asking for sandals, brown pants, and bunny socks for a while now. He watches videos and will show me something someone has on and then he starts asking for it. Shoes have always been hard for him. We go back and forth between shoes with velcro or shoelaces. The velcro upsets him if it curls up after a while and the shoelaces bother him if they don’t lay flat. I always want to give him more options of shoes so in case something happens to his one pair he will be able to transition easily. So sandals it was. His grandma got him three pairs to try. He saw them and he said, “no sandals today”. I had a feeling I might hear that. I told him he didn’t have to try them all but he could choose which pair he did want to try. He chose one, let me put them on, stood for me, and then declared, “no sandals today” once again. After that, he was supposed to go to grandma’s house but I was also directed to sit, he wanted no lights on, and he didn’t want to get dressed but he wanted to go to grandma’s. A couple of hours later we finally got there. When we came back home I watched in amazement as he stood in front of the turned-off television so he could see his reflection and took his shirt off, put it back on, took it off, and came running to me once he had it so twisted he couldn’t put it back on. We’ve been working on this skill but this was the first time he’s done it without me asking him to do it. The progress is amazing. As the day wore on he started yelling in the living room for his “furmonica furmonica furmonica”. I asked him if he wanted to play his harmonica. He said, “no” but then sat there for ten minutes playing away. There’s great joy in seeing the planted seeds grow right before my very eyes. Never give up on the miracles yet to come. Every day I see amazing changes in Owen and I can’t wait to see what my smiley boy brings us tomorrow. Dream big, follow your heart and know your dreams can come true. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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