Owen slept until six o’clock in the morning. Victory I tell ya, victory. I never know what time we will sleep until but six o’clock feels like we slept late. He was full of actions and words today. He came to me with his tablet and he said, “we don’t delete them.” He didn’t quite say the word “delete” that way but I think about the connections and growth he is making with just this one moment. I kept telling him not to delete and reinstall his apps. He doesn’t understand that some of them you have to go through a lot of steps to get them step back up, especially when he deletes YouTube since he loves casting it on the TV. When we drove to church he saw a bulldozer in the construction zone. He was calm about it and told me what they do. Sometimes the construction zone causes meltdowns because they demolished tons of houses to put in a new road. This upsets him because they are gone and he can no longer “turn right at the kangaroo” or count the open doors on the houses and garages. Then he saw the airplane contrails and told me he wanted “to sit in an airplane in the sky.” I sat in church crying the river of emotions that flow through my veins. The crumbling takes place over a lifetime of mountains you think you haven’t climbed and valleys you wish you didn’t have to walk through. The healing comes from unlocking the door you never imagined you would find the key for. Owen spent time after church playing on the playground and riding his bikes around the parking lot. I’m starting to think he likes riding what I affectionately call the circus bike best because he can quickly throw it to the ground and then lay next to it. When we left there we went to get his lunch of chicken nuggets and a cheeseburger. When we came home, he was full of knowledge and carried on conversations with me. I started talking to him about his birthday and he knows it is on the 14th and he will be eleven. Then he started remembering about his birthday party at the bowling alley, which was many years ago, and then remembered he has bowling on the Wii system. He then spent the next hour and a half playing. I told him we could go bowl anytime he wants. I would be thrilled if he wanted to start going every week again or at least a few times a month. He was jumping on his big sensory ball and bowling at the same time. He kept saying “try again” or “it’s ok you can try again” when he missed the pins. Then when he was done with a game he would say, “one more time.” He knew how many frames he had left and what the spare and strikes were. He had a very calm day except for a few mixed messages here and there. I’m thankful for his blessings to my heart. There are days that can feel hard but remember you are doing incredible things and have walked through circumstances beyond your control. Keep walking forward. You can do it. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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