I’m celebrating the 7 am wake-up call. I didn’t sleep quite that late but I was still shocked when Owen came around the corner asking for his tablet. He hadn’t gotten his tablet but that was the first thing on his mind. He then went into his quest for church. I told him to go to the bathroom but he still hadn’t gone by the time I walked to the living room. He saw me and he finally ran to the bathroom without his tablet but said “Take your tablet to the bathroom.” I didn’t respond. The rollercoastery moment wasn’t going to get me. I fixed him first breakfast and knew more requests would come in. They did. He wanted pancakes. I didn’t have pancake mix to make any. I offered waffles and many other things, breakfast things. He said, “I want shrimp please.” I made him shrimp. I figured since he requested waffles for dinner last night and ate them all that shrimp for breakfast seemed reasonable. He was very excited about going to church and he was requesting and hoping that he would be able to jump in the mud. We got ready and I let him take his tablet today wanting more for calm for him. He asked Siri to translate, “This old man he played one grandma in church.” He likes to include as much as he can in one request. He translated it into Arabic and then he asked for a few more phrases. He sat with his rain boots on but he hadn’t put his clothes on yet. This boy was ready for the rain. We quickly got dressed and out the door we went. I convinced him to wear jogger pants even though he said, “No joggy today.” I thought same kiddo, same. Mud talk happened all the way to church. The greatest joy is hearing my son request to play in the mud when for years one raindrop would cause hours of meltdowns. We got to church and he couldn’t wait to go play in the rain once church was over. We got our lunch and came home. After we ate he wanted a bath. He didn’t want to put a shirt on after his bath so I put it on the kitchen chair. Several hours later I walked past him to get his milk and I turned around and he had it on. The right direction and everything. I burst into tears and I told him how proud I was of him. He said, “Mommy sad she happy mommy she proud of me” and then more tears came. One more gift from our day. He is ready for tomorrow. It’s a big day for him with riding the bus, school, and his therapies. I’m so proud of a great day for him. Believe in yourself and the rest will follow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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