I didn’t sleep much last night at all. I finally fell asleep and it seemed like in no time I heard Owen say, “church church” but he was in the other room. I looked at the clock and it was almost six. I could hear his tablet and it was getting closer to me. I started sitting up and by then he was in my room. He said it again, “church church” only this time he added, “in a little bit.” I explained to him that he could say, “We are going to church later.” I want him to understand he can word it differently and we practiced how to say it. I fixed his breakfast and I got my coffee. He wanted me to help him with the voice recognition on YouTube. He said, “Be in spider Disney Junior.” I love his brain. I told him it was “inspired” and what the word meant. He ran off yelling “Be inspired be inspired and happy.” Then he turned off my timer when I had told him not to. I let him know he couldn’t have his tablet for five minutes since he didn’t listen. I told him to play with his toys or instruments. He played his harmonicas. He got his tablet back and he started watching Curious George. We got ready for church. He had his winter sandals on and then changed to his rain boots because he wanted to “play in the mud.” I believe he was watching the episode where Curious George gets mud on himself and then he started looking for his rain boots. He kept telling me “Mud first then church.” I told him church first. When we walked into our church he had one mission and that was to go to the stage to sing. We were supposed to go down to his classroom but he wanted to sing. I finally convinced him to go to the seats and not the stage. We stayed for the songs and then I took him to his class. He told me there was no harmonica. After church, we went to play in the mud. My heart is so full from these moments. It was still drizzling outside and he wanted to go play in the mud. For years and years and years, rain has kept us away from so many things. Meltdown after meltdown from having rain on my glasses or one drop of water on my pants. Walking out our door when it was raining was gut-wrenching some days because the meltdowns would start instantly. I can’t tell you how many times he’s said to me while sitting in our house to “turn off the rain” and here he was running around in the rain. And not only was he in the rain but he was playing in the mud. My sweet baby O was playing in the mud. He didn’t want to leave. He kept telling me “Five more minutes” and five more and five more. When I told him no more five minutes he said “two more minutes.” I laughed, I cried, and I rejoiced with each jump in the puddle. He was covered from head to toe but that smile was glorious. When we came home he said he was going to take a “long bath” and then his tablet. He ate a huge plate full of shrimp and the rest of the day was pretty quiet. I’m floating from a beautiful day. The joy of seeing my son in church clapping and listening to the music was amazing and then to go outside and play in the mud while it was raining was a joy that will last a lifetime for me. There is no greater gift than watching your child grow. He is ready for tomorrow. He told me he wanted to tell his music therapist about singing at church. Today was a great day and I’m going to hold onto the progress. Yesterday is written in stone but the possibilities for tomorrow are endless. Write your story with a happy ending that lets you dance in the rain and jump in the mud puddle. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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