Scream Worthy Saturday

I wonder if I will ever get used to the screaming. It comes when you least expect it and it doesn’t come when you most expect it unless it does. I stood in my bedroom with the light on. I waited for the screams and the sound of Owen’s running feet to turn it off. I was only in there for a moment, changing my shirt, but generally, that is enough for him to want the light off. He doesn’t want the lights on in our bedrooms unless he wants them on. But this morning no scream for the light to be off. He woke me with a scream this morning, well it was our second or third time waking, I’m not sure. We were laying there, I was mostly awake, and the short burst of screams started about two inches from my face. He answered before I could even question it, “why are you screaming wanna big hug”. I told him that I would give him a hug but hugs did not need to be screamed about. It’s going to be a sensory input kinda day. He was listening great for it not even being six o’clock in the morning. He went to the potty all by himself. He has only been wet three nights in the last three weeks, since using the Depends guards. These have helped with the transition from diapers to underwear. The training pants were too confusing for him, thinking they were still diapers. He stood crying in the living room, wanting to go bowling, asking the schedule one more time. The screams happened immediately as I told him that we couldn’t go bowling yet. I tried to explain that the alley wasn’t open this early in the morning, but that made him cry more. I went over his schedule with him for the next ten minutes and he finally walked away to play on his tablet. More screams came a few minutes later, but these were the burst o’matic happy screams. They still catch me off guard and come randomly as he gets excited about something or tries to mimic tones he hears on his tablet. He came running to me asking about bowling once again. I tried to explain the time again and his response, “put your shoes on”. I said, “I love you son”. He said, “I love you son”. I told him that I was mommy and he was my son. He said, “ I am your son”. These are the moments when his language skills amaze me and I’m thankful for how far we’ve come. Through the challenges of life, there will be many victories. Celebrate your victories no matter if they are big or small. Make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!