The two o’clock party train left the station early but Owen was happy to start our day. He has it on his mind about all the events over the next few days and that it will be November soon. He also was beyond excited to get to Grandma’s house. I had fallen asleep after one so my eyes had pretty much just shut when he came around the corner to tell me it would be November soon. There was no use trying to convince him to go back to sleep but that’s what my brain always tells me to try. He said tablet and I said bed. He started asking when he was going to see his grandma and we still had about seven hours at this point. When you are up at two in the morning you eat a lot of breakfasts and after number three we finally got going. It was looking like Owen’s dream of a rainy day was going to come true and I could tell he was already plotting his adventure to the park. I dropped him off at his grandma’s house and I plotted to see if there were any places he might want to go that were having fall or Halloween festivals, knowing that mud would probably win. When I went to pick him up I asked him if he wanted to put on his costume and go to another trunk or treat or a fall festival. He said, “Little park.” This boy was on a mud mission which I was fine with. Technically I am also very fine without any mud ever but it’s an incredible joy to see him loving the rain and mud. He asked his grandma to go with us and she met us at the park. He jumped in the puddles and asked her to jump with him. She told him she could stick her toe in but she didn’t have the right shoes to jump with him. He jumped with her right there and got water spots all over her “blue pants” that he wants her to wear every time he sees he. He glared a little at first and squinted his eyes but then he jumped again and that was it, lots of spots on grandma. Our miracle moment. Puddles spots on someone else’s clothes and still no meltdown. Beyond thankful for these days. We left the park with acorns, mud, and water in his shoes and one very happy momma. I asked him if he wanted something to eat on the way home and he said no until we got home and then he said pizza so I told him we could get it one day next week. The joy from these incredible moments is what carries me through our days. Our victories were strong today. And through tired eyes, I rejoice even with the other parts of the bumpy road. Find your victories, celebrate them big, and know that they are important. 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.