I sat listening to Owen talk between English, Spanish, French, and I’m guessing Chinese. His words aren’t always clear enough yet for a translator to understand him but boy, oh boy, he is coming right along. He amazes me. Earlier he was listening to someone counting in English and he was counting right along with them in “spinach”. I love to hear the joy in his voice when he belts out a tune right alongside one of the videos he is watching. We haven’t worked a lot with his music the past week but he has picked up his guitar on his own several times. We sing together but he certainly prefers his singing to mine and I really don’t blame him. He definitely has better tone than I do. I have to remind myself to breathe sometimes. He doesn’t understand that I can be emotional about something not connected to anything he is doing but he needs me to stay happy and not show my emotions. I tried not to cry but I stood in my kitchen and the tears flowed. One more thing on top of the already teetering list of things that need to be done. He yelled at me to sit. The one thing I didn’t want to do was sit. So instead he screamed at me and pulled my hair. I sat. I also cried some more. He crawled in my lap, giving me a “big hug”. I asked him what he wanted for dinner. I started to list off different foods he could have. I realized it was too much for him. But as I was trying to say the second option Owen ran to the freezer, opened the door, and pulled out the “shrimp”. There are miracles all around us and I’m thankful for the one that shows me every day how to love stronger and be braver. Never give up on the miracle yet to come. Tomorrow is a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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