“Go into the swimming a’pool,” Owen said a few inches from my nose. I’m counting four in the morning a victory. Yuparooni, it’s still very early but four is better than two and three. Victories are made for our choosing and this was a victory. He was excited to be going. He couldn’t wait to see his instructor and his friend was going to be there during the same session. I think I said something about it being four in the morning and I was still asleep but there really wasn’t much else I could think of at that point. I needed coffee. He kept watching swimming videos all morning long and in between that asking when we were going. I can’t say “later” because that sends him into a meltdown. I have to say “in a little bit” otherwise it is rough for him. We got ready to go and it was almost like he was doing a chant for us to get out the door. “Swimming pool swimming pool swimming pool,” he said. We got to the place and he said, “park it.” I always love hearing when his words match the moment. He was so excited about going inside. We got there early because even though it was a Saturday you never know with all the traffic. Our friends got there about the same time we did and we went inside. The first session was finishing up so we still had a few minutes before he could get in. He wanted in the pool right away. He handled it well even though he was anxious about it. He did pretty well in the pool but he wanted to play more than learn how to kick but the instructor did great with him and adapted to help him. We had playtime when she was with our friends. His top two waters are pool water and tub water. I’m not quite sure how to convince him to not drink the water. He liked the fish part better than the lesson part but he enjoyed it. When we left there he went to spend a few hours with his grandma. When I picked him up he said he wanted to go straight home and not by any of his usual requests. However, when we got home that was not what he wanted. He started having a meltdown requesting all the things. I finally convinced him to come inside so he could get ready to go to church tomorrow. He was out of the car in no time. The rest of the night I think he was exhausted. He played with his tablet and talked about church. When it was bedtime he got in his bed and then he came back out of his room. He went back to the couch and took his blankets to bed with him. He dragged them behind like he was Linus from the Peanuts cartoon. I heard him talking to himself and then he was out. He is excited for his next few days and I know they will lead to more connections and victories. I’m thankful for his progress and that great big smile. Dream big, love bigger, and give it your all. Smiles to all and donut daze!
RSS Feed