Owen is in whirlwind mode. And I seem to be in slow motion. He’s doing much better on potty training today and telling himself to go. He wanted shrimp again for breakfast, but I convinced him that French toast was a good choice. He ate it all. I just couldn’t handle the shrimp mess first thing this morning. My sensory child is in full swing when he has shrimp. He is still learning the process of eating. I truly never understood how much my child would go through to learn a skill. And I’m trying to not get emotional about it. If I don’t remind Owen to stay in his seat he will jump up and down next to his seat, if not run through the entire house holding a piece of shrimp, even trying to eat it as he runs. He can use utensils, but it’s still not an easy task for him and generally, even if he gets it to his mouth with a fork he will take it back out with his hand picking it apart to eat it. He doesn’t really take a bite of something and then put it back on his plate. Even if something is a bite-size piece he will pull it apart and put it in his mouth, rolling the other part in his hands. Sometimes when he is distracted and isn’t wearing shoes his food goes straight in his toes. He is constantly touching his hair or coming to me and wanting to touch my hair. I generally have as much of his food on me as he does. And the floor is covered in it as well. I’m trying to keep him more focused during meals. Reminding him to eat with his fork or spoon and helping him load it again after he gets a bite. Then there are times you just have to breathe. He ate all his shrimp, he told me he was “done with dinNER” and off he ran to play. I said, wash your hands first and he actually took the detour right to the bathroom. He even went to the potty. He shut the door and then opened the door angling it so he could see the reflection in the doorknob, only to cover his eyes with one hand from the light shining into the room from the window. The overthinking starts trying to figure out which particular changes would make the bathroom better for him. Or if I make changes will those changes be worse than how the bathroom is setup now. Once again breathing through the overthinking and instead, reflecting on the happy screams that are coming from the living room as he turns the volume way up on the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, only to run towards me saying, “turn it down dats too loud”, multiple times, laughing as he does it. Hey, at least he knows the rule and “tonight on de magical world of Disney soonyer” is taking over. There are days that don’t go according to plan and moments in time I want to cry, but when Owen comes running to me saying, “hug pwease I wuv ewe” I know everything is going to be alright. Reflect on the good, push away the moments of sadness, and know that tomorrow is a brand new day. When all else fails, succeed at something else. 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.