If I had slept later Owen probably would have slept later but it was almost six when he came to not greet me. He walked right past the bathroom, right past my open arms thinking I was going to get “one hug,” and right to the couch with his tablet. I said good morning and I think he realized the morning had started. I mentioned the bathroom at about the same time he started walking towards it. When he came out I got my “good morning mommy” and then he said, “bless you.” I talked to him about bodily functions. I want him to understand that if someone sneezes we acknowledge it. I’m not quite sure why the sneeze got this distinction but there it is. I’m sure it is related to a cultural moment but I haven’t researched the historical context. His teeth were bothering him or more likely it was his “Spider-Man tooth” that is loose. He felt very focused this morning but it was focused on all the things we couldn’t control. School is not until August, the tooth that isn't coming out until it’s ready, and seeing the people he wanted to see kept running through the conversation we weren’t having. Instead of talking about it, the repetitive words were what he continued to do. He wanted to fix his robot BeatBo and help with the screwdriver. He did all the steps with me. He ran off and was so happy. His happiness continued when we got to church and some of his favorite people were back from vacation. When we left he didn’t want to do anything except go by his windows until we got home and then he wanted to go everywhere. He was not happy we weren’t going. I try to explain to him that I have to know before we are home and he has to give mommy patience without the screaming. I know it’s hard for him to understand but it is something we are working on. The afternoon quickly turned into the evening. He played his harmonica for me and is truly starting to process how it works. His pure joy from asking Alexa to say “hippopotamus hippopotamus hippopotamus in Arabic” is beyond heartwarming. He moved on to asking Alexa to say it in numerous other languages. Next came “giraffe,” “wiggle wiggle wiggle in Italian,” “buffalo buffalo buffalo in German Arabic,” and on and on and on eventually getting to “bear bear bear bear bear in Arabic.” I am constantly wondering how many words he knows in other languages. I’m beyond amazed at his knowledge. My emotions ruled my emotions. When I thought I was through one I would start crying about something else and then praying in between. Owen said, “no sleep today” as he headed to bed, and within minutes I retracted the “no” for him because he was out. Find what does your heart good and share the wonder with others. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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