Three o’clock in the morning has become the new time to switch beds. Thankfully Owen has been falling back asleep when he comes to my bed. And thankfully he didn’t do quite as many flips as he has been doing once he comes to my bed. Years ago the length of my pants and how they fell on top of my shoes were a great concern for Owen. He would constantly bend over to fix them. We cycled through this and he moved on. Until now. It’s back and it’s constant again. You get to a point you don’t know which behavior to work on and which one is feeding or triggering the next one. On the way to the bus stop, I had to remind him multiple times not to touch my pants. He was so happy when he saw the bus turn the corner. I love how much he loves the bus. His excitement for the bus is such a joy. I’m thankful he loves the whole school experience. He may not love all the things he has to do at school but he loves his teacher and the routine that goes with it. Plus, he is learning so much. When he came home from school he knew he was going to his therapy and seeing some of his favorite people. He was ready to go but we still had about an hour before we left. I explained to him that if he got upset about what I was wearing, even though I was wearing exactly what he wanted me to wear we would not go, and if he talked about it when we were there we would come home. I’m trying to get him to think through his actions and how he can redirect his energy. At this point, I’m trying everything. My heart aches for him and this is so unbelievably hard. I can’t even walk two feet without him stopping in front of me to fix my pants or for him to talk about blue pants as soon as he sees someone. The meltdowns come in spurts so I never know when they will happen or if they will happen. I’ve been researching behaviors and other parts that seem to contribute to it. I’m hoping once we start seeing the specialists they will be able to help with this. When I stood waiting for his bus to come around the corner I put one leg in front of the other, and I immediately thought about how he would come and try to uncross my legs even if I was standing up. He did well while we were at his appointment. He mentioned blue pants several times but one of the times he stopped himself from saying it. His therapist noticed right away and commented that he did great. We got home without a meltdown and thankfully the traffic and rain were in our favor the whole time. He was in a great mood when we got home. He listened pretty well and told me what he wanted for dinner. The laughter is what makes me the happiest. There’s nothing better than his giggles. He sat playing on his tablet and the laughs made my night. He sang for me numerous times throughout the day and I could see the sparkle in his eyes when he held my hands to sing his scales. He doesn’t always hold my hands but it seems like when he does he is more focused. I’m so proud of him. Our days are not always easy to explain but the love sure is. I know that each step he takes forward is a step and that’s what is important. I remind him the possibilities are endless as long as he believes in himself. I want him to know that he can do anything if he sets his mind to it. Today I’m holding onto the laughter that’s the song in my heart. Find your inspiration and let it motivate your world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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