Sometimes Saturday

To say I’m cranky today might be an understatement. Owen’s having a great morning, and I’m very thankful for that. We had a tiny bit of a rough start, because as much as he didn’t want to get ready last night to go anywhere, even when we weren’t going anywhere, this morning he was upset because I wasn’t getting ready for us to go someplace. And I wasn’t sitting quickly enough for him. He is still learning to express what he wants, and sometimes both demands are opposite of what he needs, or wants for that moment. He wanted to go, and he wanted me to sit. Once I sat he only asked about going every few minutes. He had gotten into bed with me around three, asking for his teacher. I told him it was nighttime, and soon he was asleep again. His words are becoming more fluid, but still our conversations consist of rote phrases he knows, or has learned from different videos. I can see more connections every day. As we were getting ready for our day, Owen started running around the house. I told him to take his shirt off, so I could change him, and off he went to his bedroom; the whole time yelling about wanting to go bowling. I try to figure out if these actions are caused by the little boy that’s trying to not listen to directions, or him not being able to process all the steps we need to do for us to go. Most school days, he quickly complies, and we can get him dressed without too much of a fuss. It seems like on the weekends it’s a whole other ballgame. He wants to go, is happy when we are out, as long as we are doing the things he wants to do, but it still takes him awhile for us to walk out the door. And me, walking out the door can be hard, too. One day at a time, I remind myself. He is making huge progress, and doing amazing. I want him to know that he can do great things, and anything is possible if he goes after it. Never give up, and know that you can make your dreams come true. Smiles to all and donut daze!