To quote my friend, “woo hoo.” It was capitalized and had a little extra flair but it captured my feeling exactly. We slept. Owen slept all night and I mostly slept. I’ll take it. The emotional side of not sleeping is almost as hard as the physical side. The week ahead Owen has planned out. Today was church, tomorrow pool and vision therapy, Tuesday bowling, Wednesday back to the pool, Thursday therapy, Friday was not assigned yet, and Saturday grandma. This felt like a huger than huge victory. He planned his days. I pray for the days ahead. I pray that we can go. I pray that they meet his expectations. And I pray that he understands if they don’t. The tv was on and he came around the corner. He was watching something and they started singing Happy Birthday. He wanted it played over and over. He was so happy and then as it was rewinding I sang it. He said, “again.” I asked him if he wanted me to sing or on the tv. He said, “Mommy sing.” I was amazed. He usually doesn’t want me to sing. He went back and forth until we had to get ready for church. All the way to church I talked to him about expectations and how we handle them. I want him to understand that we have to work together and help each other. We must use kindness and grace with each other and also give it to others. We got to church and he had a good time. He didn’t want to ride his bike or get lunch afterwards. Instead, he wanted to drive over a railroad track, look at a school he has never gone to, turn right by a gas station, go see the brown underpass, drive by the windows, turn left at the eagle, look at the air conditioner, stop at the green stop sign, look at the bridge flags, and drive by the fire trucks. I’m sure I’m forgetting something and there were many other things he wanted to do but we came home for lunch. It’s hard to know why he wants to do all of these things but to him, they all have great significance. One day he will be able to explain. Most of the afternoon was calm except when people outside walking were making noise and then he ran to every room making sure they weren’t there and telling them to leave. This took a lot longer than them walking by. I told him that he needed to go to bed and stay in his bed so he could go to the pool tomorrow. He told me again he wanted to sleep on the couch so I made sure he understood. He once again was asleep within minutes of bedtime and I pray we get to go to the pool tomorrow so he can use his “walking feet walking feet to splash in the pool.” I’m thankful he had a good day and he was happy at bedtime. Dream big, share your story, and know that today is your day. 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.