Do not eat hair, I’ve said it in a thousand ways in a thousand days but yet Owen still eats hair. I can’t stand the feeling of a hair in my mouth but he is constantly trying to bite my hair and eat it. I can’t imagine the input he gets from this, but he has been doing this since he was a baby. I’ve expressed my concerns over the years with his doctors and therapists, but they all said to find ways to distract him and not let him eat it. Easier said than done, I tell ya. Right now he is extremely concerned with his teeth and constantly has his fingers in his mouth or trying to bite something. He’s lost many of his baby teeth, with some causing great concern and others not as much. I try to explain to him that he is getting “brand new teff” and that they will grow back in. We watch videos and play with apps, hoping that it helps him understand. This morning, as we were walking to the bus stop, he kept saying, “see de moon”. He would stop every few feet and look up. This excites me to see him looking in the sky towards the moon. Many times I’ve asked him, “do you see the moon”, pointing towards the sky. He has a hard time looking at objects that I point to. He doesn’t understand where the end of my pointed finger goes. I try to give him more details, “look up in the sky”, I will tell him, holding in emotions that run from sadness to joy. I rejoice when he looks towards the moon because I know the progress he went through to gaze into the sky. We stood at the bus stop, him holding my hand and he said, “do you see de moon I see de moon de moon sees me God bwess me and God bwess ewe”, our version of a song I learned as a child. I told him God’s holding up the moon for us to see. The bus came around the corner and off my sweet baby O went to school. Find joy in your world around you and go after your dreams. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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