Kicking the wall, I can’t say that I’ve ever done it, but for Owen, it’s his new old trend. He used to do it all the time. Kick the wall, bang his head on the floor or the wall, bite the furniture, bite me, pull my hair, pull his hair, to name a few, but he’s cycling back through several of them. The need for input has been great the last few days and he’s been in extreme sensory overload. I always think it seems more like under-load, but I feel like I’ll never quite grasp what it all means. This morning he knew he needed the input and put my hand on his foot, saying, “piggy market”. He associates the rubbing of his feet with the nursery rhyme and it has helped me to know when he needs more input. He heard our neighbor leaving this morning and that sent him into a tailspin. He wasn’t in full meltdown mode, but he was right there on the edge. His car made a noise and Owen stood at the window yelling, “tell him bye bye”. I tried to distract Owen because I knew this could become a huge meltdown. I was able to get him to come eat his breakfast, where he promptly sat on his plate. I said, please do not sit on the table. He went on to say, “do not sit on your plate” and then he moves off of his food and he says, “thank you”. We’ve had this discussion a time or two. I stopped to get gas after church and when I was back in the car Owen said, “it’s raining”. I told him that it wasn’t raining that today it was very sunny. He said it again, “it’s raining”. I looked over to where he could see and there was water falling from the roof. I told him exactly that and he said, “it’s a waterfall”. Every corner we turn I see progress. I never imagined the journey we would be on, but I’m thankful for the steps we have taken. Rejoice in what the daily sunrise will bring us and be in awe of the sunset that gives us hope for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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