The victory is in the pants alone and I did walk out of my house again. The pants, the ones Owen told me he would never wear, he wore. I fell asleep in his bed last night and I didn’t get out until my bladder won. I woke up numerous times but pure exhaustion kept me there. Bedtime itself can be exhausting. Hours and hours and hours of getting him to sleep. If the entire world could be quiet for a couple of hours each night we might find the right timeframe but it seems like every single thing wakes him up and if it’s not a sound it’s something he thinks of. When we got up for the day he wanted to sit with me. I do believe he’s starting to understand the importance of my coffee. I had finished my first cup and told him I needed to get up. He had his legs across me. He said, “get your coffee”. I had told him last night that he two choices of pants to wear so when I was getting my coffee I brought them with me to the couch. Clothing transitions are hard but he’s also growing and he needs new pants. He wants to wear blue jeans all the time now but not any blue jeans, the perfect color blue jeans. It’s again like the Three Bears of blue jeans, not too light, not too dark, just right. Somehow I convinced him they would be fine and he actually wore them. I think this started our day off on the right foot, leg, something because for the most part he really did well. I finished getting Owen dressed and he was off to school. He knew “momma pick me up for therapy” when he got on the bus. I love how his language skills are developing. When I picked him up at school they told me he had a great day. As we were driving to his therapy there was a sign that said “be prepared to stop”. I thought there is nothing about us that is ever prepared to stop in the middle of the road. I cringed as I read the sign, hoping the construction would not slow us down or cause him to be upset. Thankfully they were not working on that part of the road at that time. We made it to therapy without him being upset and only giving me a few driving directions. Once again his therapist told me he did great with all his sessions. I talked to her about the drive home and how every day now he had meltdowns over which way I drove. I explained to him earlier before we even left his school that we weren’t going to see the windows today because they upset him. I prepared him all the way home. He once again gave me some driving directions but we made it home with no meltdowns, only him raising his voice a couple of times. I told him how proud I was of him and that I was thankful he was able to breathe through it all. The night concluded with him watching how to fix the ball return for bowling balls and what the boot system is for a computer, plus singing in all his different language choices. He told me he wanted to take a bath. I said, “let's go” and he said, “not at this moment”. And with that our day was done. We made it meltdown free. His joy today was my joy. I’m thankful for his smile. Look for the joy in the world around you and smile for everyone to see. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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