At some point Owen got into bed with me. I was too tired to even pay attention to the time. It seems like only a few minutes passed, and he was asking for milk. I encouraged him to lay there a few more minutes, hoping that he would fall back asleep, but also that we would have more of a conversation. It makes me happy when he wants to sing, or when he goes through the motions of the phrases he is learning. When we got up he immediately started asking for his teacher. I told him it was Saturday, and what our day held. I reminded him again that we had to go for his checkup. I went through the steps of what would happen at his doctor’s appointment. I rehearsed with him what she might ask, and what his responses could be. A wave of sadness rushes over my body; sipping hot tea, trying not to cry. We have come so far, but I still get emotional knowing that it’s hard for him to process it all. He’s excited about going to the doctor’s office; we get to ride an elevator. After we are done with his checkup we will head out to our Saturday adventures. I look forward to our Saturdays. He loves bowling. When we walk into the bowling alley he is immediately happy. The concentration, and focus he has when we get there is amazing. The one thing it proved to me, over, and over again, is to never give up. Bowling has always been something I loved; I’m not good at it, but I absolutely love it. I prepared him before we started going. I talked about it with him, showing him videos, and we even have a little bowling set, but I never imagined how much he would love it, too. Sometimes it is hard to push us to do something, because I don’t know when it will be too hard on him, or cause a meltdown, but this is why we have to keep trying new things; our success story. These days are emotional for me. This is my baby, but he teaches me to go after life, keep moving forward, and tomorrow is a brand new day. Go after your dreams. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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