The hardest part is the hardest part. I can’t decide which thing to not focus on so I’m focusing on the fact that Owen slept all night and I sorta kinda did. He woke up happy and I woke up praying that he would be happy.
I was in slow motion today. Everything seemed to take longer than I thought it would, including me. Breakfast, church, and yoga were all on Owen’s mind, and school was peppered in throughout all those moments. He wanted to talk about all his friends that he was missing and might heart hurt knowing that it was so hard for him to understand why he couldn’t see them now. I miss the friends and family I don’t see anymore and the people that mean so much to my heart.
Church was exactly what my heart needed. I prayed the whole time I sat there for calm to wash over me. I’m thankful that Owen loves going to church. It makes me happy and gives me security in these moments that he is with people who help him grow with God in our lives.
Yoga was up next and he couldn’t wait to get there. He talked about it all morning and being able to swing. The relaxation for both of us is what I was seeking. Today has been one of those days where everything is something. Thankfully when we got to yoga our instructor knew exactly how to get me to relax. She is amazing with me and is very good with Owen as well.
When we left there “calm” was not a word I would use to describe our drive home. The screaming and meltdowns were huge. He has been cycling through these behaviors and I am trying to find ways to help him connect to his emotions. He was crying because I wouldn’t turn right at a stoplight that had no right turns. From there it was a snowball. Thankfully when we got home after he threw the laundry in the trash that was on my bed he became very calm.
The rest of the night was filled with giggles and laughs. He reminded me that tomorrow he was going to see his grandma and it was “July 22” saying it as “twenty-two.” He sat in his chair laughing at Siri translating all the different words into many languages. He counted to twelve and asked her to translate it into German when she answered something else he broke out into hysterical laughter. She doesn’t always understand him or his request is too long but he still loves the replies.
Bedtime was calmer than some of our other nights. I’m praying for sleep for both of us. I’m thankful for the calm night and I know he is missing all his friends from school. Here’s to a restful night and a beautiful tomorrow. The journey through life takes many twists and turns. Let your path today take you to your dreams come true. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I was in slow motion today. Everything seemed to take longer than I thought it would, including me. Breakfast, church, and yoga were all on Owen’s mind, and school was peppered in throughout all those moments. He wanted to talk about all his friends that he was missing and might heart hurt knowing that it was so hard for him to understand why he couldn’t see them now. I miss the friends and family I don’t see anymore and the people that mean so much to my heart.
Church was exactly what my heart needed. I prayed the whole time I sat there for calm to wash over me. I’m thankful that Owen loves going to church. It makes me happy and gives me security in these moments that he is with people who help him grow with God in our lives.
Yoga was up next and he couldn’t wait to get there. He talked about it all morning and being able to swing. The relaxation for both of us is what I was seeking. Today has been one of those days where everything is something. Thankfully when we got to yoga our instructor knew exactly how to get me to relax. She is amazing with me and is very good with Owen as well.
When we left there “calm” was not a word I would use to describe our drive home. The screaming and meltdowns were huge. He has been cycling through these behaviors and I am trying to find ways to help him connect to his emotions. He was crying because I wouldn’t turn right at a stoplight that had no right turns. From there it was a snowball. Thankfully when we got home after he threw the laundry in the trash that was on my bed he became very calm.
The rest of the night was filled with giggles and laughs. He reminded me that tomorrow he was going to see his grandma and it was “July 22” saying it as “twenty-two.” He sat in his chair laughing at Siri translating all the different words into many languages. He counted to twelve and asked her to translate it into German when she answered something else he broke out into hysterical laughter. She doesn’t always understand him or his request is too long but he still loves the replies.
Bedtime was calmer than some of our other nights. I’m praying for sleep for both of us. I’m thankful for the calm night and I know he is missing all his friends from school. Here’s to a restful night and a beautiful tomorrow. The journey through life takes many twists and turns. Let your path today take you to your dreams come true. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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