I wish I could explain danger to Owen. I wish I could make him understand that there is nothing funny about jumping up and down in the bathroom after he takes a bath. Why, oh why are bathrooms not safer. I try to not show emotions about this because he wants to do anything I react to in a grander scheme. Three nights in a row he now gets out of the bathtub and starts jumping. The first two nights it wasn’t what I expected and certainly, his reaction of then laying down on the bathroom floor because I told him not to jump was even less expected, but add in snow angels on the wet bathroom floor and I have to let it all go. Night three I was prepared for the jumping. I reminded him not to jump, stating if he jumped he wouldn’t go to church. Well, I didn’t state no running and I didn’t add on no snow angels. Our bathroom isn’t that big. Overwhelmed about covers it with a side of overwhelmed ish. I can’t cry, I can’t cry, I truly can’t cry but oh how I stood there and bawled my eyes out. Saying to him he can’t do something isn’t a form of reprimand he even understands. Me trying to correct him or set boundaries takes repeated reminders and days, weeks, months, years of going through the actions and reactions. He finally fell asleep more than two hours after we started. I want to remember the laughter, songs, cuddles, kisses, words, and smiles my sweet baby O gave me today. The smiles give me the energy to keep pushing forward. I told him many times today that we have to work together to grow. Find your strength, follow your heart, and grow through your dreams. Make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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