I was asleep early, woke up once for an hour or so, and then back to sleep I went. Around three o’clock I started feeling better than I had in days. I was thankful for that. Owen proudly came to me again after five, sharing he had “slept upper all night,” and then talked about his teacher. He took his tablet and went back to his room. It was very smooth sailing.
I am trying not to answer every one of his questions when we have already discussed it. This is extremely hard to do. He repeats the same word or phrase over and over again expecting me to respond to each one. My brain answers before I can even think about it sometimes. I want him to feel confident in his own answers and not rely on me to say the same thing. The fine line I walk through is knowing when he is about to have a meltdown over me not answering. I have to make sure he knows he is amazing and in control.
It rained all day. My heart still jumps when I hear it raining. For years Owen would cry and scream when it would rain. When he learned to talk he would tell me to turn off the rain. One drop of rain would send him into meltdowns. And then one day it changed. Thanks to Curious George Owen learned to jump in the puddles and have fun with it. We got ready this morning, went out to wait for the bus, and he handled the rain like it wasn’t even there. Every time it rains I pray that we never cycle back to the days it made him cry.
I picked him up from school for his therapy. His teacher told me he had a harder afternoon but I know it has to do with all of the things he is learning to process about his own emotions and how he handles other people’s emotions. He talked about being kind to people and not hitting. I am so thankful that he is making the connection to being kind. When I took him to therapy his therapist said he had a really good day. He was still focused on talking about her clothes but they were able to do all the exercises. That was the progress I wanted to hear.
When we got home his Shark Bite game came and he was so excited. He couldn’t wait for me to get it out of the box. He had me set it up and asked numerous times for me to play but every time I tried to play with him he took the fishing pole from me and said, “No.” He played with it all night long but not once did he want it to bite him or take any of the pieces off the game. This will probably last a week or so and then he will be ready for it to do all its magic. He asked me for two more games tonight and he still wants me to find a Spanish robot BeatBo. He makes my heart so happy.
The rest of the night he was very calm. He asked for a “quick bath then you can have your tablet.” I love how he words things. He sang with me this morning when we worked on his scales. I love the days when he wants to sit with me and share his thoughts. Never give up on the hope for tomorrow. Find your ray of sunshine even through the clouds. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I am trying not to answer every one of his questions when we have already discussed it. This is extremely hard to do. He repeats the same word or phrase over and over again expecting me to respond to each one. My brain answers before I can even think about it sometimes. I want him to feel confident in his own answers and not rely on me to say the same thing. The fine line I walk through is knowing when he is about to have a meltdown over me not answering. I have to make sure he knows he is amazing and in control.
It rained all day. My heart still jumps when I hear it raining. For years Owen would cry and scream when it would rain. When he learned to talk he would tell me to turn off the rain. One drop of rain would send him into meltdowns. And then one day it changed. Thanks to Curious George Owen learned to jump in the puddles and have fun with it. We got ready this morning, went out to wait for the bus, and he handled the rain like it wasn’t even there. Every time it rains I pray that we never cycle back to the days it made him cry.
I picked him up from school for his therapy. His teacher told me he had a harder afternoon but I know it has to do with all of the things he is learning to process about his own emotions and how he handles other people’s emotions. He talked about being kind to people and not hitting. I am so thankful that he is making the connection to being kind. When I took him to therapy his therapist said he had a really good day. He was still focused on talking about her clothes but they were able to do all the exercises. That was the progress I wanted to hear.
When we got home his Shark Bite game came and he was so excited. He couldn’t wait for me to get it out of the box. He had me set it up and asked numerous times for me to play but every time I tried to play with him he took the fishing pole from me and said, “No.” He played with it all night long but not once did he want it to bite him or take any of the pieces off the game. This will probably last a week or so and then he will be ready for it to do all its magic. He asked me for two more games tonight and he still wants me to find a Spanish robot BeatBo. He makes my heart so happy.
The rest of the night he was very calm. He asked for a “quick bath then you can have your tablet.” I love how he words things. He sang with me this morning when we worked on his scales. I love the days when he wants to sit with me and share his thoughts. Never give up on the hope for tomorrow. Find your ray of sunshine even through the clouds. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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