If It Is Monday

What is a rhombus, and when will I ever need it, I thought, as we were standing at the bus stop. Owen kept repeating the same words over, and over again, so I thought I would try to distract him. I asked him to name five shapes. He got to rhombus, and I tried to think when have I ever seen a real live rhombus in action. No dessert comes in a rhombus shape, no street sign, no road interchanges; but the rhombus, and triangle are always the go to shapes for Owen. I quickly went back to distracting Owen, maybe distracting myself from everything I needed to think about; rhombuses not being one of them. I try to find ways to get Owen to focus on other things, so he doesn’t get stuck in the loop of repeating himself. Sometimes that’s where the loneliness seeps in; wanting the world to understand what you are going through, but not being able to imagine anyone else could ever understand, even though I know others do. Some days are rough, no sugar coating, no excuses, no moments of calm. But then I look over at my sweet baby O, I see his smile, his hand trying to form the “I love you” sign, and I know everything is going to be okay. He’s talking a lot, interacting with me, and wanting me to play with him. I didn’t have to ask him to take his bath, he told me it was time. He let me cut some of his hair. I cut a little at a time, over a span of days. It makes it easier for him to handle. He has a lot of sensory issues, as well, and the sound the scissors make, along with the hair falling from his head, are enough to make him not want his hair cut. I think my focus today has been trying to avoid focusing on my day. Some days I really wish for a do over, and today is one of those days, but we must keep moving forward. Find what inspires you. Look for that ray of sunshine, even when it seems to be cloudy all around you. Life is ever changing, and know that you can do amazing things when you put your mind to it. Smiles to all and donut daze!