“Pizza”, that’s how the conversation started. Owen woke at some point and got into bed with me. I think I forgot how to read time because I’m really not even sure what time it was. Thankfully, he fell back asleep and my exhaustion won. When he woke he was ready for milk, cereal, and me to get coffee so I could “sit in the white bed”. We had about thirty minutes before we had to leave for the bus stop. He was very calm. It was raining when we needed to leave so I told him we would go in the car. It wasn’t raining very hard but he rarely will stand under the umbrella with me so I didn’t want him to get too wet before he had to get on the bus. He asked me to wear my brown boots but I didn’t want to wear them because it was raining so I wore my grey shoes. I told him that I would wear them when he came home if it wasn’t raining. This is where I swallow the lump in my throat and wipe the tears from my eyes. When he got off the bus he did the once over for everything I was wearing. I got the approval. I wore all the right clothes to meet his bus and the brown boots. He gave me a big hug when we came inside and he said he was “no angry today”. I know it is so incredibly hard for him to process what I’m wearing or what others are wearing and how it makes him feel. I just have to breathe and remind myself that I’m doing everything I can to help him work through this. It’s so hard knowing that my clothing choices and what the world wears cause him to be upset. I have to remind myself how far he has come though. The angle of a door used to cause meltdowns and we’ve worked through that so I know we will get through this too. On Sunday I asked him if he wanted pizza and he said, “no pizza today”. I asked him yesterday and he ignored me. This morning he asked for pizza and I said we could have it for dinner tonight. He sat eating it from head to toe, saying, “I like pizza no staring” but he wasn’t looking at me. He was eating the pizza but was not thrilled I was eating the pizza too. He wanted it all to himself. I think I might need to get it more often. He was watching baby red bird from the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse in Portuguese and telling me the story in English. He told me the color of their feet and how they talked to each other. “Tweet tweet tweet,” he said. My sweet baby O fell asleep in my arms and I’m thankful for his words today. His communication skills are skyrocketing and I can’t wait to watch him grow tomorrow. Sometimes the gratitude is simply because of someone’s attitude. Words do matter and your smile can change the world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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.