Today wore me out. But there was so much progress. Owen slept all night and I fell asleep when he did. I woke in the middle of the night for a few hours but then we both slept until six. He may have slept later if he hadn’t heard me. He asked about his mushroom and olive pizza and we talked about clothes. He didn’t want to miss his appointments for the day. He said, “People going to wear what they want to wear mommy wear a dress she wear what she want to wear.” And oh how loud those words ring.
He told me that we had to paint a church. Then he told me he wanted to “cut the paper with scissors,” paint a birdie house, and make a scribble monster. I was excited about all of these. We haven’t painted another scribble monster in a week or more so I am glad he is thinking about them. He was sitting on the couch strumming his ukulele while watching videos and moving through them when he wanted to. It’s amazing how he does it.
We got ready for the bus. I tried to keep him as calm and on schedule as possible so we would get to do all his things today. We went out to wait for the bus and he talked again about going to his therapies and what his expectations were for what everyone was wearing. This is hard to stay ahead of when he expects certain things.
I picked him up from school and his teacher said he had a good day. We headed to his music therapy. His therapist said he did good. His friend was there for their session and they had a good time. Lots of singing and she said they worked well together. On the way home he was very calm. He talked about things I don’t like but he said he knows I don’t like it when he talks about being mean to people. He said Sorry Mommy. I know he wants attention by talking about spitting and licking but he is also trying to work through behaviors.
He was so excited about going today since we didn’t go last week because of the meltdown he had over my clothes. He has been working through it all week and knew what the doctor would be wearing but he thought her assistant would be wearing a dress. She was wearing black pants and a flowered top. He walked back with her but I could tell he was immediately upset when he saw her. The tears started. He screamed a little, pulled on her pants, and hit her. She handled it beautifully and so did his doctor. She went out of the room. He was able to do a couple of things and then started talking about her being too upset. He wanted to see her. He was able to go with the doctor and talk with her. He told her what he wanted her to wear and that he was upset. They came back to the room. He cried a little bit off and on but was able to do more of the exercises. He talked about it again and then when it was time to go he asked her to walk out to the car with him.
I am so thankful for people who understand and are so compassionate with him and me. He talked to them and was at least relatively calm. He cried several times on the way home but was excited about his pizza. He ate both the mushroom and green olives. I thought I would try green olives since they taste a little salty on pizza and would mask the taste more even though he asked for it. He ate it all.
He kept talking to me about being upset and how many languages he can be mean in but I told him that he wasn’t mean he just wasn’t able to handle when things don’t live up to his expectations. I told him I’m sure there is more to it but mommy didn’t know what he was feeling. He then said it was mean to hit her. Big emotions, big time hard, but big time growth.
They could see how big a deal it was and handled it beautifully. I was crying when we left and he said, “Mommy sad.” I told him that I was proud of him and that I knew it was a lot for him to process but he was able to express his emotions. I talked to him on the way home about how I understood he was upset but people get to choose what they want to wear like he chose his shorts this morning. I also reminded him that there are so many people who don’t get to choose what they can wear. It’s all so much for him to process and for me to process. Plus how to help him through it. The way he holds onto words also makes every word crucial but I don’t always get it right. One day at a time and lots of prayers got us here.
I prayed for calm as he went to sleep and that he would sleep all night. I was thankful for his growth and everything he worked through today. And I thanked God for putting people in our lives who help us grow and are so incredibly compassionate. Thank you God for a good, good day, thank you God in every way. Through hard days we can have our biggest growth. Let today be your guide for an amazing tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
He told me that we had to paint a church. Then he told me he wanted to “cut the paper with scissors,” paint a birdie house, and make a scribble monster. I was excited about all of these. We haven’t painted another scribble monster in a week or more so I am glad he is thinking about them. He was sitting on the couch strumming his ukulele while watching videos and moving through them when he wanted to. It’s amazing how he does it.
We got ready for the bus. I tried to keep him as calm and on schedule as possible so we would get to do all his things today. We went out to wait for the bus and he talked again about going to his therapies and what his expectations were for what everyone was wearing. This is hard to stay ahead of when he expects certain things.
I picked him up from school and his teacher said he had a good day. We headed to his music therapy. His therapist said he did good. His friend was there for their session and they had a good time. Lots of singing and she said they worked well together. On the way home he was very calm. He talked about things I don’t like but he said he knows I don’t like it when he talks about being mean to people. He said Sorry Mommy. I know he wants attention by talking about spitting and licking but he is also trying to work through behaviors.
He was so excited about going today since we didn’t go last week because of the meltdown he had over my clothes. He has been working through it all week and knew what the doctor would be wearing but he thought her assistant would be wearing a dress. She was wearing black pants and a flowered top. He walked back with her but I could tell he was immediately upset when he saw her. The tears started. He screamed a little, pulled on her pants, and hit her. She handled it beautifully and so did his doctor. She went out of the room. He was able to do a couple of things and then started talking about her being too upset. He wanted to see her. He was able to go with the doctor and talk with her. He told her what he wanted her to wear and that he was upset. They came back to the room. He cried a little bit off and on but was able to do more of the exercises. He talked about it again and then when it was time to go he asked her to walk out to the car with him.
I am so thankful for people who understand and are so compassionate with him and me. He talked to them and was at least relatively calm. He cried several times on the way home but was excited about his pizza. He ate both the mushroom and green olives. I thought I would try green olives since they taste a little salty on pizza and would mask the taste more even though he asked for it. He ate it all.
He kept talking to me about being upset and how many languages he can be mean in but I told him that he wasn’t mean he just wasn’t able to handle when things don’t live up to his expectations. I told him I’m sure there is more to it but mommy didn’t know what he was feeling. He then said it was mean to hit her. Big emotions, big time hard, but big time growth.
They could see how big a deal it was and handled it beautifully. I was crying when we left and he said, “Mommy sad.” I told him that I was proud of him and that I knew it was a lot for him to process but he was able to express his emotions. I talked to him on the way home about how I understood he was upset but people get to choose what they want to wear like he chose his shorts this morning. I also reminded him that there are so many people who don’t get to choose what they can wear. It’s all so much for him to process and for me to process. Plus how to help him through it. The way he holds onto words also makes every word crucial but I don’t always get it right. One day at a time and lots of prayers got us here.
I prayed for calm as he went to sleep and that he would sleep all night. I was thankful for his growth and everything he worked through today. And I thanked God for putting people in our lives who help us grow and are so incredibly compassionate. Thank you God for a good, good day, thank you God in every way. Through hard days we can have our biggest growth. Let today be your guide for an amazing tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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