Holding Monday

Sometimes it’s gratitude with an attitude that gets me through my day. And that attitude might be all over the map. Even on days that I see progress with Owen, my emotions can be rollercoastery. Our happy days don’t always coincide. Sometimes they do but sometimes his emotions or my emotions win out. I try to always remind myself of the progress though. Thankfully he slept through the night. We both woke a little early but it was only a few minutes. I think our routine is setting in again so he is happy. He loves using his Fire tablet to talk to Alexa. He has a hard time saying her name but with the tablet, he only has to push the button for her to respond. He loves asking for songs or words to be translated into other languages. This morning he said, “by mouse Mickey.” I’m not sure what song he was expecting but a song popped up and he laughed. He couldn’t wait for the bus even though he was avoiding getting dressed. We didn’t have long to wait for the bus to get here. He was talking about it being nighttime as we were waiting. He knew he was going to vision therapy when he got home too. When he came home and got off the bus he was on a mission. He told me he had to go to the potty and he did. He came in the door and quickly took off his jacket and safety belt. These are the days I dreamed of. I wanted his words so he could tell me his wants and needs. He can’t always express his emotions or answer questions but for him to be able to tell me he needed to go to the bathroom is huge for me. I get emotional about his words because I know how hard he has worked to get to this point. I always tell him he can do anything if he sets his mind to it. He took off his shoes but left his pants on. He had told me he wasn’t going to see the doctor. I think he was confused about his days even though he said earlier he was going to see her today it was all part of the returning of his routine that he was still questioning. Sometimes it’s about going through the motions and then he realizes what steps he needs to or wants to take. He did great at his therapy. I’m thankful for his progress and everything the doctor is helping us with. He told her he was going to eat with grandma on Wednesday. This wasn’t something we had planned but I told him that might work. I love how he told the doctor though. When we got home he asked for waffles. Since he got sick he has gotten his appetite back but he hasn’t been wanting as many different foods as he normally tries. I’m not pushing different foods on him right now since he is eating. I can’t believe he put himself to bed again. Curious George for the win. I tried to go into his room to check on him and he told me to “go to the white bed.” He got out of bed once but once I said something to him he went right back to his bed and told me to go “night night.” Hopefully, he will sleep through the night. I’m thankful for his laughter and delight and his eyes that sparkle bright. Find what makes your heart leap for joy and go after your dreams. Smiles to all and donut daze!