One of the greatest joys is watching the smile wash across Owen’s face when I say, “hey you know what”. For years I’ve said it to him and now for him to immediately smile and say, “I love you” puts the smile right back on my face. The day was filled with struggles and joys all intertwined but the love, giggles, and lots of snuggles got us through all of it. When I dropped Owen off at “camp” he was on to me. He pretty much knew this was school but that big playground sealed the deal. And he always loves school but the transition and word “school” was hard for him when he knew he would not see his regular teacher until August. We arrived early and he got to see some of the kids from his previous years in school. I could tell he was still apprehensive but he was ready to meet his teacher. The bus brought him home and I could tell that made him happy. From there he was connected to my hip pretty much right until I said it was time for his bath and then magically he went and sat on the couch, not hearing a word I was speaking. When your child repeats words you have a whole new level of interesting. I don’t know how to get out of the circles sometimes. I work on only allowing him to say the phrase so many times, distracting him by playing games or asking him questions, and even repeating everything with him, and no matter what strategy I focus on after me trying to help him through the behavior he will go right back to repeating the words. And in his book me ignoring him is not an option because he will get nose to nose with me and keep repeating what he wants to say. I’m sure I’m missing the steps of some strategic workaround or positive reinforcement aspect to help ease his anxiety but I still have yet to figure it out. Plus, did I mention I’m tired. I asked him what he wanted for dinner and he said, “waffles please”. I was shocked by this even though I know he loves them. Usually, he always says, “shrimp”. I thought we haven’t had breakfast for dinner in a while and it was his request. He ate them all. All through dinner, his bath, and until he fell asleep he repeated what his schedule would be for tomorrow, including his teacher’s name with every pronunciation he could come up with. And with that I was on to him, knowing he was doing it so I would say her name. He fell asleep in my arms, stretched out like only an octopus could do, taking up the entire double bed it seemed. That boy has grown. I’m thankful he had a good day. I’m thankful for the joy he brings to my heart. And I’m thankful he is ready to go back tomorrow. Find joy in the little things and know that you can make a difference in your world around you. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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