I sat in traffic this morning for what seemed like forever. I kept thinking don’t they know my baby boy can’t handle the traffic. He wasn’t with me. Owen’s words flashed through my mind repeatedly as I sat there waiting to move. Any standstill for any reason is met with him yelling “green” or some other driving direction when he is with me. Sometimes he tells me directions before we even walk out of the house. Here I was in the middle of traffic, Owen at school, and me being concerned with the construction. Lynn, ya gotta breathe. I try not to let these emotions get me, but clearly, I need to work harder on that. I try to let them all go, but there I was worried that Owen was going to have a hard time with me being in traffic. I didn’t sleep much again last night, but thankfully he did. I’m trying to adjust his sleep schedule, but that’s not as easy as moving the clock. The earlier I try to get him to sleep the later it seems he actually does. He’s doing better about not pacing around the room and staying in one spot which is helping the nighttime routine, but any little thing can throw off our schedule. When that happens it’s like we have to start over from the beginning. Owen’s teacher sent me a message telling me he had a good day at school. Since he got home he has been having a really rough afternoon. He wants a certain video. Once he finds the video he watches it for about ten seconds, closes it, and then wants the voice-activated command to find it, even though it was just open. This is causing micro-mini meltdowns of the mass proportion. He expects the app to find the right video when I repeat the words “school bus” five times as he instructs me. I asked him to find it for me. He actually did. He went through layer after layer of videos to find it. Every day I see progress in Owen. Celebrate your accomplishments and through the layers of life find hope and joy in the world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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