His not riding the bus sent him into overdrive of what happens next but he handled it all like a champ. I told him the steps I was taking and that we would be leaving soon to meet his grandma. This is the process and he was very excited about seeing her. He did want to make sure that she was taking him to school because he did not want to miss that. I assured him that he was going to school and he would be riding the bus home.
We got ready and he only asked me a few times about what I was wearing and if I would be wearing a dress. I told him no that I was wearing jeans and a camo shirt. He quickly put on his clothes and went to get his shoes. His new shoes came in yesterday and he transitioned well without me having to tell him to wear his new shoes. He has numerous pairs, but all he has wanted to wear lately is his brown shoes. I got him something similar, but it was blue and brown hoping this would help with some of his choices. We got in the car and went to meet my mom and then I went to get my test done and preregister for my surgery next Wednesday.
When Owen came home from school, he was in a great mood, and only a little anxious. He started talking about August again and wanted to know if he was going to see his teacher and his friend. I told him that we needed to focus on December and talk about things we were doing now. Thankfully, he didn’t continue to constantly ask me all night. He did ask me several times if he was going to his grandma‘s tomorrow and if he could take his tablet to church on Sunday. He is constantly pushing ahead with his days and not able to focus on the now.
I asked him what he doing for dinner and he never responded so I made us both an egg salad sandwich. He was very excited about the egg salad sandwich and it’s something that really makes my heart happy. I waited years for him to enjoy sandwiches or even try to eat them. It was something I always wanted to make for him and cut it in those special triangles like my mom did for me. When he goes to eat his sandwich, though he still mushes it in his hand and eats the pieces. We are working on taking one bite at a time and putting it back down instead of continuing to squish it.
Bedtime was met with more questions about his days ahead but ultimately sleepiness won out. He stood at his door for a few minutes but kept saying he needed to sleep all night so he could go to grandma’s house. I pray that translates to real sleep. I’m thankful for his growth. Make each day matter. Find what makes you happy and go after your dreams. Smiles to all and donut daze!