I heard him coming before I saw him and this time it wasn’t me that woke him up. He stood next to my bed and said, “Tablet tablet.” Saying “sleep sleep” would have done nothing for either of us. There was no more sleeping only a whole bunch of awake for us.
He knew he was seeing his grandma today and that got him started early for all his plans over the next few weeks. If I tell him all his plans he has time to dwell on them or like his momma overthink it all but if I don’t tell him early enough that can also be harder on him because it throws him off if he has in his mind other plans that he is doing. He is making more connections to the dates and that is helping him understand that his routine is constantly changing even though I know he wishes it was always the same.
Laundry has become a thing again, a big, big thing. He wants no laundry on my bed. No laundry anywhere, anyway, anytime. This means he doesn’t want me to go down the stairs to do the laundry either. Sometimes I can’t get past these moments to even think about doing laundry. The screams that come because a pile of clothes is sitting on the bed always make me wonder what the visual connection is for him. Between blue pants and other things like laundry is one of the reasons we are doing vision therapy with him. Thankfully we were able to get dressed quickly though and out the door we went.
We met his grandma so that I could go to my appointment. They were going exploring. He wanted to go see the burger boy statue that he loves. My mom said that he did well this time and he was only upset about one street she went down but quickly recovered. I picked him up and we went home for a little bit so we could have our meeting for his program and then we went to his therapy.
He wanted all of his people out of order today. I think part of it was how he was trying to process it being his last day with his speech therapist. The whole way there he was telling me who he wanted to see first. I explained to him he couldn’t see them out of order but that didn’t stop him from asking. I know it’s all a process for him. He was a little elevated at therapy but he did great.
He didn’t want to go anywhere after therapy. Food was about the only thing he was focused on and it seems like he is in a growth spurt again. I feel like I am constantly eating too. I waited for the eight o’clock bedtime cheeseburger request to come in again but he was focused on other things.
I am reminded to live in the now. Each day is a gift. Some days it feels like we are going in circles but I focus on his growth and knowing that each day he is making huge progress. Being kind to yourself is one of the most important things you can do for yourself. Let the bird’s song lift your spirits and know that their tune is part of the beauty in the world. Smiles to all and donut daze!