Owen had a pep in his step on the way to the bus stop. He was ready to get there. He had the usual questions for Siri and a few new ones. I wish sometimes he could tell me how many languages he understands. One day I’m sure he will be able to. I got my hair cut. I sat in the chair excited, dreading it, scared, happy, and every other emotion I could think of. I was worried about how Owen would handle it and how he would react. I got at least six inches taken off and this matters to him. I wondered if he would scream, ignore it, try to bite it, sniff it, or pull it right out of my head. I have to look like me. The stylist curled it for me and I wondered how he would react to that, too. I was a ball of nerves. I used to love getting my hair done or even doing it myself but now it’s emotional. Owen hasn’t seen my hair completely wet in years. I was trying to build him up to it by wetting it in sections every few days but it lead to meltdown after meltdown. He’s a little older now so I’m going to try again but the tears want to form thinking about it and all the emotions it brings for both of us. How can a haircut or my hair being wet be so incredibly hard on my baby? It breaks my heart to see him upset about it. I liked my haircut. I was excited about it but I was anxious about how Owen would handle it. I sat in the chair with all the noises that a beauty shop makes echoing through my mind and knowing how hard it would be for him. The hairdryers, the curling irons clacking, the hair vacuum, the everything. It’s a loud, loud world and my baby can’t always handle it. When he got off the bus he noticed it immediately. We started walking up the steps to our house and he kept reaching up to my hair. He wanted to give me a “big hug” which basically means he is going to pull or eat my hair. I always try to remind him not to turn around on the steps and watch where he is walking. When we got inside he was still inspecting my hair but the screams never came. He couldn’t keep his hands out of it all night but at least it didn’t cause a meltdown. He’s growing and this was our victory today. He had a great night. He only asked me a few times to go over his schedule with him and he listened to my instructions really well. He got excited about his tablet and was showing me a picture on it. He said, “that’s a man hi man” and laughed with delight. I’m thankful for his growth, his laughter, and his song. Know that every day is a moment to learn and grow. Count your blessings, share your joys, and find your happiness. 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.