I think Owen woke up at four. Maybe it was a little earlier but either way, he thankfully was calm. I went with the flow today. I have to remind myself time means nothing to him except when it means everything to him. Depending on how the morning went he was going to spend the afternoon with his grandma so I could go to a meeting. He was happy, hungry, and playful. “One hug,” he yelled out to me when he was sitting on the couch under his blanket and he heard me walk out of the kitchen. It’s become our new thing and I love it. Sometimes he asked for ten hugs or “twenty-one hugs please.” I don’t know how he decides the numbers but he’s all about it. When it’s “one hug” I can see the look in his eyes and I know he wants to be tickled. He laughs before I even tickle his feet. His foot shoots up towards my face and the laughter begins. The laughter is the best. He sat eating his breakfast singing songs in German and Portuguese I think. He may have switched it up at some point but I lose track of all the languages he knows. He doesn’t always saw his words slowly enough or precisely as they are said but it all amazes me what he knows. His words are gifts to me because I know what it took to get to this point. He was playing with his tablet and he brought it to me to show me a guy that was at a train station. He was so happy because the guy was in blue shoes, a blue shirt, and blue jeans. He ran through the house thrilled to find the guy in the video. I asked him what he wanted for breakfast and he said, “waffles please.” I put them on his plate and he said, “the waffles ready let’s eat together.” This is a phrase he probably heard on a video or put together from something he learned at school. I could have even said it but don’t remember. He never forgets though. I told him I was going to tell him a story and he ran to get his books. I was going to tell him that he was going to see his grandma today but I love that he wanted me to read with him. We read numerous books before I told him. I love the moments when he directs the activities. I don’t always get those moments with him so it makes me happy when he initiates them. He was excited to go to Grandma’s house. I told him that since he went today he wasn’t going tomorrow even though it is a possibility he might go. I want him to understand we don’t always have to or get to do exactly the same things on all the same days. He thrives on routine and I would love for every day to be written in stone but that is just not possible. He had a good time with his grandma and when I picked him up we were going to go bowling but a storm was coming. It’s beyond emotional for me. If his pants get wet it can lead to huge meltdowns. Deciding which way to go with this is hard for me. He needs to work through all of this because rain isn’t something that is ever going away but it’s also a very emotional journey that will take time for both of us to learn how to process. We got home and it was raining. I told him he had to get out quickly and run to the house, hoping he would. It took him at least thirty seconds or more to get out of the car. But he did it. And he didn’t scream when he got inside. I have to remember that for the next time to come. I get stuck in a moment as much as he does. The rest of the night went quickly and he was actually plotting his days ahead. That brought cheers from my heart to hear him ask for bowling several times in the following week. Through struggles I learn patience for another day ahead. Autism is as much about how I handle it as it is about Owen having it. Each day we learn, we love, we grow. The laughter is what I hold dear to my heart. Your story is worth being told. Someone will understand and be thankful you told it. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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AuthorI'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. Archives
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