This week has been emotional and this week has been hard. And then our power went out. I went to bed early last night, for me. I couldn’t sleep though. The woulda, coulda, should have beens are in my face hard this week. I miss my brother. Owen, however, has had a great week. But last night we had storms. My fear is always that our power is going to go out and he can’t handle this. Maybe it’s that I can’t handle that he can’t handle this. I woke around one and I saw flashing lights and complete darkness at the same time. My laptop was flashing so I knew something was up and at about the same time my fan stopped. Panic mode set in. I started praying hard for it to come back on. I got up to really make sure it was out. I then tried to turn on my bedside table light. It didn’t come on. I needed that extra proof. I looked at my phone, but it wasn’t charging. It was all so much. About that time I got an email from the power company saying my power was out and would be restored at approximately seven in the morning. This sent me further into panic mode. Owen can’t handle the power out. It brings tears to my eyes thinking about it. It’s been years since our power was out for almost a full day because someone hit a power pole and he still asks about this day. It’s right alongside him asking about the roof guys and when they are coming back, the air conditioning guys and why they had on white shoes and camo pants, the guys that came to fix random other things throughout the years, and the ladies that have visited. The list went on and on and not to forget the people that have walked by our house without saying hello. He wants to know when they are all coming back and doesn’t want them in our house all at the same time. This is generally not a quick conversation either. He wants all the details. This is what’s hard as well because he doesn’t always explain this in a way someone else might understand and sometimes I don’t even remember the random person that stood outside our door four years ago looking for something in the rain but he does. The power had only been off a couple of minutes at this point and here Owen comes around the corner. He probably heard the whole house become even more silent than it already was at one o’clock in the morning. Thankfully, he went right back to sleep once he got in my bed. Me, not so much. I think I fell asleep right when the power came back on and then I heard the house spring back to life. I sighed a relief. I was thankful I wouldn’t have to explain to him that it was out and try to get him ready for school. All I can do is breathe. But he was more interested in “treasure Tuesday” when he woke. I was really hoping there was no delay with his treasure chest and hats. He was so excited about his day. When we got to the bus stop he wanted me to have Siri translate “treasure Tuesday” into all the languages. Off he went to school and I was thankful he was happy about “treasure Tuesday.” Owen’s treasures arrived. I was so glad. I wasn’t sure what his expectations were but in general, when he gets something he wants to do everything in the order he is expecting and doesn’t want it out of that order. I put the pineapple hat and pizza hat on the tv stand and opened all the contents into the treasure chest so it would be ready. I took out a couple of the coins and jewels to show him when he got off the bus. He kept saying “treasure Tuesday” as he walked up the steps. He started immediately talking when he walked in the door and saw his treasure chest. “Santa the pirate” brought his treasure Tuesday to life. He was excited about his hats and that Santa the pirate brought them to him. “You found the best treasure,” he said and then he started talking about the hats. He wouldn’t let me open the treasure chest but I showed him he could and then he did but immediately closed it. He told me to fix his pizza and he carried around the chest. He ate almost all of the pizza himself. He put his hats on and talked about them and then he put his hats in their spots but he was loving his “treasure Tuesday from Santa the pirate.” I am not quite sure how Santa become involved but Owen asked for it all. He even had a conversation with his robot about what Santa the pirate brought him. He was carrying around the uncooked popcorn bag talking to it about his treasure and asking YouTube to find popcorn in the microwave but he never wanted to pop it. The internet was in and out all evening which did not make him happy but he would yell, “there’s no internet it will come back” saying part of my words added to his. He carried his treasure chest around and talked about his hats. I don’t know if he will want to play with them tomorrow or maybe he will request more treasure chests or hats. I do know that for him to ask me for all of these things, figure out that Santa should be a pirate, and what specific foods on treasure Tuesday he wanted to eat are all huge incredible things. I’m thankful for his vivid imagination and the happiness he showed me for his treasure Tuesday that turned into my treasured Tuesday. Find your happiness in the world around you and know that you can change the world with your 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.