Owen’s got one thing on his mind, “granma granma granma”. Okay, so it’s about ten things on his mind, but all the places we can’t go. If you’ve never had a very persistent child that knows exactly what they want I can tell you they do know exactly what they want and aren’t afraid to say it as a rolling sentence for twenty minutes or two hours at a time an inch away from your nose. Owen woke in my bed, again reinforcing my need to make my room his room, and within seconds he was an inch from my nose telling me exactly what he wanted to do with his day. He’s got me beat with the run-on sentences. All I can do is breathe at this point. He doesn’t understand why we can’t go everywhere we want to go and I’m afraid that even taking him on walks will cause more meltdowns. There’s finally a huge smile from Owen. His teacher sent the songs they use for their breakfast routine. We used it with our dinner music, but tomorrow we will try it for his breakfast. Getting us on a routine that we can use daily will be extremely beneficial for both of us. I can’t even imagine what he is going through. The world is different for all of us, but as hard as it is for me I at least understand the precautions the government is taking. How do I even begin to explain to him why we can’t go places. And I try not to think about regression as days turn into weeks of us not being able to go to the activities that we’ve worked so hard on becoming part of our routine. He can’t tell me how he is feeling or his emotions so I hold him tighter and tell him I love him deeply. I’m thankful for the smiles I get throughout our day. Know that you are not alone and together we will get through this. Be the light someone needs to see. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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