I had just fallen asleep last night and a very sleepy Owen walks into my room. Luckily the very sleepy part won for both of us. Now mind you it was one o’clock in the morning but I think we slept the rest of the night if you call sleeping until five in the morning the whole night. He woke telling me to “sit” and I was like dude we aren’t even out of the bed yet. He woke with a goal though, to go to “school school school”. I am beyond thankful that he loves going to school so much. Knowing that he goes to a place he loves truly fills my heart with gladness. He has a great support system there and you can tell these kids are thriving. His teacher fosters his growth and truly cares about her kids. When he came home from school he was pretty calm. He ate a big snack and asked for more but we have to work again on the manners. Instead of asking in the form of a question, he will blurt out what he wants. Like he will only say “milk” now. It’s funny though he will ask Alexa how to say “I want chocolate milk please in Arabic” or numerous other languages and can say them all. He gets the biggest kick out of getting her to say phrases in different languages. He laughs though trying to get her to translate a phrase into an animal. He will say “I want a banana please in kangaroo”. He thinks it’s hilarious when she says, “I can’t translate into kangaroo yet”. We worked on a few behavioral issues tonight. He had to give up his tablet for the rest of the night because of them. I can tell you this choice is always harder on me than it is on him. He gets right in my face to voice his opinion and then the repetitive behaviors come out, add in screaming and that’s about what happens. Although I will say tonight after about twenty minutes he calmed down, sat on my lap, petted the cat, and then let me cut his hair. His hair being cut is getting harder and harder for him. I’ve never taken him to a salon to get it cut, I’ve always done it myself, but it might be a good distraction for him to try and have someone else do it. He yells out “scissors it’s a lawnmower” when I get close to his ears. I’m sure the noise is amplified with his sensitivity to sound and his feelings. It’s never been an easy process for him but I can see the changes in him especially in the last few months. Sometimes I think he is also learning to express himself more with his words and emotions so he then can tell me more about his experience. I longed for the day he could talk and his words came. He still struggles to make all the connections to his words but now I at least know he can tell me in general if something is wrong or his basic needs. Even through the days filled with emotions, I reflect on how far we’ve come and I am thankful. Never give up. Every single day miracles are happening. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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