As Christmas gets closer and closer I reflect on what Christmas means to me. And I think about Owen and how I can make the holidays special for him. He doesn’t have a real connection to the holidays yet, any holiday, because it’s not part of a routine for him. We sing Christmas songs all year long. My favorite, “single bells single bells single all the way” was sung a little while ago. I tried hanging some Christmas pictures on the wall. He immediately took them down. We talk about the meaning of Christmas and I try to explain it to him so he will understand, but I still go back and forth, thinking and overthinking whether I do the right steps with him. The one thing I never give up on is hope. He’s come so far and the progress is amazing. He’s now fine visiting Santa but he doesn’t understand he’s the man that brings the toys because he doesn’t understand that he should even get presents. He has absolutely no desire to open a present and in fact quite the opposite, he would prefer they stay wrapped or unwrapped. The concept of a gift isn’t something he comprehends. It’s coming, I can see the changes, but at this moment I give thanks for the blessings we have. My little boy is potty trained, almost completely at night as well. This is the greatest gift in the world to me because it is one of the keys to a more independent life for Owen. So for Christmas this year I pray for my blessings to continue and for my son to grow and grow and grow. Through love, compassion, and understanding we can change the world. Tomorrow is a brand new day. Be the change that you want the world to see. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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