I woke first and that made me happy. I was hoping Owen would sleep a little bit later but he heard me and he woke on a mission. He saw me and detoured for the bathroom. He then came towards me but detoured for the couch. I think he was looking for where his tablet was. Then he came towards me again and this time he found his voice. He told me good morning and then asked where his tablet was. I try not to rush him in the morning. I like for him to think through the steps and some days there is a little more encouragement for conversation. At this point, he said, “mommy gets the coffee.” He was ready for us to go sit in the “white bed.” He’s still thrown off by the extra time in the mornings compared to his regular school year. We went to sit in the light bed and he was happy. We sat there for close to forty-five minutes and then I had to get more coffee. When I came back to the bed, he wanted to make sure it wasn’t time to go yet. School is his mission. He kept trying to Alexa to add two more minutes to the timer. We worked on how he says her name. Every once in a while, she will understand what he saying but in general, she does not answer. Thankfully on his tablet, he doesn’t have to say her name. We got dressed, and we had a couple of minutes before we needed to go out to wait for the bus. I was glad that it wasn’t raining so that he could walk back and forth looking at the different streets to wait for the bus. He was thrilled once again to get on the bus and go to school. I went back inside and I started thinking about my brother. Grief does not follow a straight line. There are forks, knives, and spoons all in the road of life and the emotions hit you randomly square in the face. When he came home from school, he at first said he wanted to go bowling and then he decided that he wanted to go for a walk. He told me while we were walking that we were taking the “baby on a walk” and I said what baby? He said, “the baby elephant.” He had big plans to go find the handy crane from the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, the green stop sign, and the yellow house where the babysitter and dragon live. I think the dude is writing some stories. He told me he wanted to go bowling when he comes home tomorrow. He wants to go to the bowling alley, depot, and “little Donald’s for chicken nuggets french fries honey mustard and ice cream.” Then we are going to the park so he can meet his grandma there. I could tell he wanted to run but he stayed with me and held my hand. He wanted to sit on a bench and then decided we could go. We came home and he wanted a “quick bath” so he could eat dinner and play. He stood next to his computer looking for different videos. He wanted to find the video for “A Poem Is.” He knew how to search for it but he asked me to type it in. I told him he could do it and he did. This is a dream come true. Each day is a gift. Each skill is a gift. Each victory is a gift. Remember to be kind to your heart and you can accomplish great things. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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