Some days it feels like the rollercoaster goes up and down and that’s about it. Other days it feels like it is whipping you back and forth as it goes up and down and I can only imagine the rollercoastery moments Owen has when his routine is changed for something like a holiday. He woke up concerned about his days ahead. Each day off is time to be concerned about according to his thoughts. By the time we got dressed and went outside to wait for the bus, he asked me easily fifty times what was going to happen tomorrow. It’s so hard when all he wants to do is repeat the same question or statement. All the rules of how to address this have been thrown out the window and I’m looking for a new rules book. I know it is all so hard for him to process. He was happy to see the bus and he knew I was picking him up. He is working through his words and phrases. He realized that I would say to him “I’m going bye-bye” when I leave him with my mom on Saturdays. He wants to make sure he has that time with her. When he got ready to get on the bus he looked at me and said, “I’m going bye-bye.” I could tell he felt a victory in his words. On the way to his therapy, he requested we stop at the park to find mud that I told him he could only look at since we were on our way to therapy. Luckily it wasn’t on the ground and the slides were only a little wet. He was able to climb a ladder and continue to the platform that he couldn’t do before. His first attempt took a lot longer and he kept yelling for help but on the second attempt, he went right to it. He’s come so far though. On our way to therapy, he talked completely about what was happening the next few days. He is focusing on how to get through them and kept bringing up Friday’s “breakfast with grandma” and Saturday’s “mommy goes bye-bye.” His speech therapist said he read more sentences than she could have even imagined and he was focused on making sure he did the end sounds of his words. We got home and the focus was back to the weekend. I told him we had a party to go to on Saturday and he said, “No party” but I think as the days go on I will be able to convince him to go. The night was filled with constant talk about the days ahead. Sometimes I feel like my brain is stuck like a record player playing the same second over and over again. I don’t always know how to get Owen to move forward but we will get there together. I’m thankful for his words and the progress he has made. Each day is a gift and the surprise waiting inside is well worth the journey to see what it is. Be the change you want to see in the world and let your heart shine. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'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.