Owen slept all night. If I didn’t have to go to the bathroom he might have slept until after six but I’ll take it. But he did slept all night and he was calm when he woke. That makes for a great day. He was highly concerned with what everyone was wearing before we were even ready to think about getting ready for church but we successfully did not wear blue pants to church. On the flip side of this, he can get very upset when someone doesn’t wear blue pants. It’s emotional to me knowing that he is so obsessed with people wearing blue pants that he can crumble and cry over this or go into a huge meltdown that can last for hours. I am trying to get him to understand that other people get to make their choices of what they want to wear. I’m hoping by making us wear different colors besides blue that this will help him process it. I have a week’s worth of different color pants for him. He requested yellow, green, and purple pants but I’m going to see how this week goes first and then go from there. We came home a little different way because he requested to see the windows. We had gotten his cheeseburger and nuggets and he was still calm so I decided I would see how he did with them, hoping they wouldn’t make him scream. We had to go over the bridge that used to cause hours and hours and hours of meltdowns. He said, “it’s a thump” when we went over the bridge. Then he said, but “not a bump today”. I think he is processing it differently now and the noise and vibration from the bridge aren’t upsetting him as much and thankfully no screams or meltdowns from the bridge or windows. I’ve shed many a tear today and each one carries a special person’s name as it fell down my cheek. The journey to Mother’s Day was not quick for me. I waited my whole life to be Owen’s mommy. I wanted kids before I can even remember. And I’m thankful for God’s gift of my son. I thought about those that are gone and I thought about this being my mom’s first Mother’s Day without her boy, my brother. Sorrow washed over me more times than I can count but I stayed strong and I prayed for calm. Owen had a pretty good day and because of that, I had a really great day. And the boy ate double the amount of food he normally does. I’d say he is growing. Our life isn’t always easy to explain but the love sure is. I am thankful for my sweet baby O and all that he has given me. Share your story and know that you matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.