I can’t believe Owen will be out of school next week. We’ve been through this before but it always feels like it is a new experience for us. Each year we have to get used to summer vacation all over again. And each summer it feels different yet the same. He woke up happy because he knew he was going to school. My heart aches that he has less than two weeks left of school. He will go to summer school but it is only for a few weeks. We walked out to wait for the bus and he wanted to know if our neighbor was coming out. I told him that I wasn’t sure and he said, “we’ll have to wait and see” using my words. In a few minutes, she came out and he was very excited. He yelled, “she’s leaving get in the car have a good day at school” and took off down the sidewalk to wave her goodbye. He ran back to me and said, “she left.” His words and sentence structure are increasing daily it seems. When I came back inside I started thinking about his school again. My emotions were all over the map and I stood in my kitchen crying for the days ahead. He should be moving on to middle school next year and as glad as I am that he will have an extra year before he has to go it is still emotional. I truly believe it is the best decision for him but it also pulls at my heartstrings. I am thankful for his amazing teacher and the support she gives to both of us. He came home and was ready for his vision therapy appointment. He got off the bus and told me that I had to wear my pink shoes. I said I’m not going to wear my pink shoes. He said, “next time.” Then he said, “black shoes in the trash throw them away holes in black shoes wear brown boots.” He was right, I had to throw my black shoes away last week because the seam at the toe came unraveled and there was a hole in them. He saw me throw them in the trash. I guess it triggered his memory when I was not wearing my black shoes. He did well at his appointment. He was trying to find something on her computer. He kept opening windows but didn’t find what he was looking for so when we came home he continued his quest for what he didn’t find there. I thought it was cool that on the way home he was trying to read the street signs. He has been doing this a lot more lately. He requested shrimp for dinner and ate most of it. From his bed I hear, “give me an R arrrr like a pirate” and then he was out. I’m thankful for the emotions Owen can express now with his words. The victory comes from learning to grow in our own soul and know that we each have an amazing story to share. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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