“Groceries”, Owen said. The knock came on our door. I have our groceries delivered and it makes it so much easier for me. I had told him they were on their way. I brought them off the porch and I had Owen help me carry them to the kitchen. It’s an emotional journey for both of us. He doesn’t completely understand directions like “put the bag on the floor”. He ran back and forth through the kitchen, getting more upset when he couldn’t figure out where to put the bag. This is where I have to push through my own emotions. How is it possible that we both are going to cry over a bag of groceries. But here we are. I need to work through each step with him. I handed him another bag as he came back towards me. He still didn’t understand where he needed to set it down. No matter how many times I explained it to him. This time he dropped it on the pile and then sat on the couch. He was done. He used more sounds than words throughout the day, with me almost begging him to use his words. I wanted him to talk to me. I wanted him to stop yelling. He didn’t. Some days the words are hard for him. He can’t always connect to what he wants to say and his need for sensory input is greater. He woke early and we went to bed really late. I dread bedtimes. They take hours. And supplements of any kind for sleep become ineffective quickly or make him moody. One day at a time I think. My emotions seemed thick today but it also seemed like Owen’s were heavy as well. All we can do is keep moving forward. Know that today is a stepping stone for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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