Some days feel long. And some days seem to fly by. Today felt like a mix of both. Thankfully, Owen’s been sleeping better. I once again had to wake him by making lots of noises. I keep wondering how this will translate for summer. I can’t believe school is almost over. It is only a few more weeks and then summer is here. He will be going to summer school once again, but it’s only for a few weeks long. I’m hoping that the older he gets the more he will understand about summer vacations. I’m trying to find activities for him that he will enjoy throughout the summer. My heart aches for him knowing that routine is everything and each summer it is hard for him to adjust to so many changes. We sat together before school working on his tablet, and he was telling me about the videos. He didn’t know that when he got home, we were going to have his meeting for his program so our support team would be here. I didn’t want to tell him because he would dwell on it and be anxious. Fridays are his day to come home and prepare for his weekend. I wasn’t sure how the meeting would go because of this, but I knew it was something he could handle. Anytime someone comes to our house it can become a reflection for our future. Because he does not forget a detail and he knows so many facts that when someone comes to visit, it stays with him, and that can influence further visits from this day forward. He remembers tiny details or things that are important to him and with that comes the fact that he can share that information with me later and by later I mean possibly years from now. It also means that because he doesn’t forget those details he will intertwine them with other days and then everything has to happen the same way. When he came home from school, I told him that they were here and he absolutely did fantastic. He was able to play on his tablet while we were doing the paperwork, and he would only come to me occasionally to bite my hair, or to ask me a question. He did keep asking when they were leaving, but he was also being polite to them. As soon as they got ready to leave, he went back through the room and started putting his toys in the positions that he needed them to be. I had picked up his toys, books, and different objects that he likes in certain places before they got here and I knew immediately where they would go back to. I’m thankful that it went as well as it did and he was not upset on his Friday night. He asked about them several times after they left, and he wanted to know if they could go bowling with us tomorrow. I keep thinking even though it’s Friday night maybe he’ll sleep again. Sometimes on Friday nights he doesn’t sleep well because he gets it in his mind about what he should be doing the next few days and wants to talk about it. I’m thankful for his growth and I’m thankful for the day. Find your joy and share your story, you never know who might need to hear it. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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