“Milk”, he yelled from his bed, hours after he’d gone to sleep, and he was still asleep. Owen doesn’t eat a lot of sweets, very few in fact, but the dude loves his “shockuwit mulk pwease”. I’ve been having our groceries delivered and the chocolate milk magically appears on our doorstep. It feels like the golden days when there was someone that delivered your milk to you. And it helps me beyond measure to open my door and have everything sitting there. Well, the store was out of chocolate milk, so I actually went to a different store to get his beloved chocolate milk. However, I got the unsweetened kind. When I put the unsweetened chocolate milk in his cup a little later he asked me for “shockuwit mulk pwease”. It didn’t dawn on me that it was unsweetened and he wouldn’t like it as well. Before I started getting our groceries delivered I always switched back and forth between sweet and unsweet, so I thought nothing of it as I got it. Night two I realized that he didn’t want the milk because it was unsweetened. The whole night he was upset because it wasn’t the milk of his dreams. And then in his dreams, he cried out for milk numerous times. Momma will be getting sweet milk today. Luckily he still drank it and he will drink water or juice, but this is a reminder of many things to me. He is growing and now he was able to tell me what he wanted; this is huge to me. The importance of food choices has always been a concern for us and since early on I worked with him to get him to try different textures, colors, smells, and shapes of foods. Many times over the years food has been thrown across the room because it didn’t pass his food rules. We are learning and growing together in a world that seems all but routined when we need it to be very routined. One moment at a time, one food choice at a time and one smile at a time get us through our day. Find your inspiration and know that you are important. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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