Owen was back in bed with me again. This time it was seamless, out of his bed, directly in my bed. No words were exchanged and then he was out. I watched Owen last night for twenty minutes playing with his rocket ship. Sometimes I’ll sit and watch him interact with what’s around him. It’s my time for reflection on the growth we have both made. He was playing with a toy. This doesn’t happen often and when it does it’s not always the way you would play with a certain toy. Last night he counted the rocket ship down for flight, he used his fingers to count, shaking his hand as he counted, and he flew it back and forth in the air. The waves of excitement crash over me as I watch the thought process he goes through for all of this. The steps are very calculated still, learning how to put everything in motion at the same time, and watching his hand as he moves it learning to count with his fingers. I wait for the day he can hold each finger up representing one through ten. This skill has taken him years to learn and make this connection to his own hands. I rejoice and I cry at the same time. These steps did not come easy for my baby but through effort, he is accomplishing great things. Have you ever seen an apple fall from a tree. And then another. And another. If you pick up one apple it may have survived the fall without blemishes. The next one may be bruised. And the third one could have rolled down the hill. How do we compare apples to apples when they are all unique in their own way. I think about how many times I’ve wished for Owen to be able to do this or that, putting my own expectations out there, but I looked at my sweet baby O last night and my heart exploded with love when I saw him counting down his rocket ship for flight. I tell Owen that he can accomplish anything he wants if he puts his mind to it. He proves to me all the time what perseverance means. Never give up. Never give up on yourself or your dreams. Make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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AuthorI'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart. Archives
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