How much cake can you eat, part two. I’m giving myself one more week of this cake eating business and then I’m back to healthy eating. I guess that means I better make another cake and some cookies. I feel so much better when I eat properly and do my exercises but stress got me eating like a pound of sugar for every tear I want to cry. Owen woke relatively happy but also wanting the world to go at his pace. “Sit”, he told me, as I got up to go the bathroom. Sit is not something I had time to do. We had to get the morning started, even though I would have loved sitting. Sleeping or eating more cake to be precise but sitting would have been fine. I came back from the bathroom, with coffee in hand, and Owen said, “e is for angry”. I said, “a is for angry” and he promptly he got angry. “N is for knee”, he went on. He looked at me. He knew exactly what I was going to say because we’ve been having this conversation for days. Staring at me, he said, “n e e” spelling it out. He went on, “n is for knee”. How in the world do you explain a silent K. He’s already starting to question know, no, and nose. The English language makes my head spin with all the possibilities. Wait until knight and night come crossing over into our learning words. And then add in the fact that he wants to know how to spell giraffe in Russian, Korean, and Spanish. Oh boy. Where’s the cake. My boy has got a brain on him that is keeping this momma on her toes. When we got to the bus stop this morning he told me that the “stop sign makey de noise”. Now he’s not wrong. In the general sense no they don’t make noise but as acute as his hearing is they make noise. He then followed it with “ambulance up in the sky”. So again, technically not wrong because there are planes that fly for medical reasons. He can make connections to everything and I’m going with it. Plus he is telling me facts that I don’t even know until I look them up. He knows how many people walked on the moon, he can list all the planets, who knows how many languages he understands and speaks, and the list goes on, so before I ever tell him he’s wrong I’m going to have to do a little research first. I’m thankful there’s Google now and I don’t have to search through all the encyclopedias anymore. We left to go to therapy and before we even walked out the door he said, “be careful don’t hurt your figure be careful are you ok need a hug”. He knew he hurt his finger the last time we walked out our door and went to therapy. He showed me the finger. I was in amazement that he held up his hand. I’m always shocked by his memory but I’m now used to the fact that he has it all stored and ready to go when he makes those connections. I caught my toe on the bed and I said, “ow that hurt”. Owen chimed in “owl up in the sky”. And with that it was nighttime. I’m amazed at how much he knows and the growth that I see. I tell him every day that he can be anything he wants to be he just has to set his mind to it. We can’t change yesterday but we can grow from the days gone by. We all have our struggles, we all have our moments, but remember tomorrow we can choose to smile. 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.