He woke up about seven and was very calm. I asked what are we doing today and he said, “Soccer.” Then he asked if his friend and music therapist could go. He saw his friend at therapy one day and so now that it is summer he is hoping he will get to see him again. Oh, how I wish I could help him understand why he isn’t seeing him right now. It breaks my heart that he won’t get to see him that often and I’m not sure if he is going to summer school. I’m hoping that he will at least be randomly at his therapy one day.
We got ready to go to soccer. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to go but he wasn’t acting like he didn’t want to go. On the way there he kept talking about his friend. It truly breaks my heart that I don’t have answers for him. The repetitive words cycled through as we drove there. I wish I had answers for that too.
We got to the field and he was ready to get out there. We had to wait a few minutes while I had to enter more information. This made Owen more anxious but then thankfully one of the people found our file that I had already filled out and I no longer had to reregister him. He stood there talking to everyone about me not wearing the shoes he wanted me to wear. I should just know that it is better to wear what he wants because it makes it harder for him when he is doing something new and it is very overwhelming for him.
Once he got out on the field he did much better but he still talked about everyone’s clothing and if they were chewing gum. He was able to kick the ball and did most of the activities. He has been practicing soccer moves with his physical therapist and I do believe he liked it better than baseball.
After we were done I took him to see his grandma. He was very happy to go. He spent several hours with her and thoroughly enjoyed himself. I picked him up and he wanted to get Chick-fil-A on the way home. He mostly behaved on the way home. I think he is starting to work through some of his behaviors.
I asked him if he enjoyed his day and if he wanted to go back to soccer next week and he said, “Yoga.” I said you can do both. I told him we weren’t going this week to yoga but we would be going back next week. He said it again. I think he thoroughly enjoys our yoga time.
Bedtime once again wasn’t on his agenda but he quickly was asleep after confirming church tomorrow and school on Monday. I’m thankful for his growth and how far he has come. Even through our moments of anxiousness, there was growth and that is what matters. Find the happiness in your heart and let it shine bright for the world to see. Smiles to all and donut daze!