Oh Saturday morning, why did I think you would be different since we woke up so early yesterday? It was a little later I suppose for the wake-up call but four o’clock in the morning truly is no different than three or so my body told me. I was hoping for a later start but excitement won and Owen was ready to get to his grandma’s house. The good news he was happy. He was also very aware that he was going to grandma’s house and he asked about her every five seconds or less. Sometimes it is a little more drawn out when he converts “grandma” into approximately fifteen syllables and speaks with his Southern accent. The repetitive behaviors are not something I know how to help. One day I will stumble upon the right person, place, or thing that will have the knowledge to help me understand his need for the behavior. There are so many ways we have tried but his mind retains all the information and can change directions in a heartbeat and I have a hard time keeping up. I do believe my boy has outsmarted the system and the strategies I have tried. He also doesn’t forget words or phrases he heard years ago, not to mention clothes people wore, or places he has gone. He was saying “grandma” an inch from my nose and he said, “we are done discussing it.” I’m not sure when this became one of his catchphrases or where he heard it from but here we are. I could have easily said it or he could have heard it on a video. It wasn’t long and I took him to his grandma. He had a great time with her and when I picked him up I asked him if he wanted to go do anything or see anything on the way home. He said, “no.” I tried to explain to him that he said no but I knew he wanted to do things. He still said no and ran off. When we walked out the door he said, “show me by the windows please” and I explained to him that we were going straight home. I want him to understand that we have to communicate with each other and he had already told me he wanted to go nowhere on the way home. In reality, it was that he wanted to get back to the computer and I was distracting him. I went a different way home that he didn’t necessarily approve of but I stuck with it. I think it taught me a lesson. Not sure what I learned but I know I learned something. And I will keep working with him to understand we need to listen to each other. I love watching Owen point. I honestly don’t know that I will ever tire of it because I waited so long for that goal. Pointing is something that took him years to master and now every single time he points I thank God for being able to see him succeed. His being able to point lets him share the world with others that he wants them to see. Celebrate those victories. Our day was full but my heart is fuller. Believe in yourself and the rest will follow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.