Owen slept until after I woke up. His anxiousness for the day was quite evident. He kept asking for his teacher. His words spilled out like he didn’t know how to stop them. He asked Alexa for a two minute timer, trying to speed the process along even though we still had an hour until the bus would take him to his beloved teacher. We played some games together and then he ran off to his room to play for a few minutes while I got dressed. I helped him get dressed and we went outside to wait for the bus. His shoes and the way his pants lay on top of them were a concern but he was distracted by a bunny that was hopping around. It’s always interesting to me what he tells me about the things he sees in the world. He started talking about the bunny and then he told me “the bunny talked to a porcupine.” I didn’t know if this was something he was making up or if this referenced a story he heard. He will tell me very vivid stories especially when his words don’t always easily flow for him but I am seeing incredible progress with his sentences and communication skills. I often reflect on the past to see how far he has come. It is amazing and I am thankful. When you are told that your child probably won’t talk by doctors at it is hard to process and hear. I told Owen that he could accomplish anything if he set his mind to it and he could figure out a way to communicate with me. He’s my miracle and I tell him that all the time. When he got home from school I tried to convince him to go to the park but as soon as he walked in the door he took his shoes off and there was no convincing him to go. I wish I could figure out how to make him go but if I tell him he has to do something it can lead to huge meltdowns and that defeats the purpose of us going. Wednesdays and Fridays are hard for him to process through. Wednesdays he is preparing for therapy and even when he isn’t in school it is hard for him to think about being out of routine. Fridays are the same thing because he gets so excited about spending time with his grandma on Saturdays that he doesn’t want to go anywhere to mess with his routine. Plus, I have to remember that he processes adventures and going places completely differently than I do. The sights, sounds, places, and people will determine how an experience will go for him. I remember taking him to certain stores and he would scream as soon as we stepped inside. I didn’t completely understand why but I knew that it was so hard on him, on me. He had a great evening and was calm. That was the important part. He wanted to take a bath early and ate a huge dinner. The only part of the day that was hard on him was when I wanted him to go to the park. Once we got that figured out it was smooth sailing. Bedtime was quick and I feel like I won’t be far behind him tonight. Autism is as much about how I handle it as it is about Owen having it. We learn, we love, we grow. Find what teaches you about the world and let it be the guide to your happiness. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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