Owen was in a really good mood throughout the day. He was a little on edge and wanted things his way but for the most part, was happy as long as I didn’t rock the boat. Sometimes I forget to follow the rules and it can cost me hours of our day. And sometimes it’s easier to sit. I think this is where I get trapped in my own emotions. It’s not only telling him to get over something or move forward it is literally a process for him to even work through the steps. I can’t tell you how many times I go to cook breakfast, lunch, or dinner and open a drawer in the kitchen. The next steps of those moments already have me cringing. As soon as I open a drawer in my kitchen Owen starts yelling, “you done you not done” and his foot will bang on the floor. If he isn’t already in the kitchen he will come running from another room to close the drawers if I can’t convince him to leave them open. I get a lump in my throat thinking about it. I wonder if there is a noise that the drawer produces that bothers him. I have four drawers that I use most of the time. I can tell which one he is going to scream at, which one he is going to immediately close no matter what I’m doing or tell him and the other two main ones get him reminding me constantly to close them. Sadness washes over me thinking about how hard a drawer can be on him. I’m trying to think about how amazing he is doing with using his voice with Siri instead. He holds conversations with her it seems like, asking her to translate everything he can think of, in every language he can think of, and even in “potato”. I remind myself this is the little boy doctors told me might not talk. Not only is he talking but he is talking in multiple other languages now. It seems like this has happened overnight. His skills are taking off and I’m so excited about his growth. He is also growing in size. I can’t believe how much he is eating now. He ate three breakfasts, not much of his shrimp lunch he requested, but he finished strong and ate two beef steaks and gravy plus potatoes and vegetables. He more than made up for some of the lunch he didn’t eat. Even in my struggles, I’m thankful for his growth. I think about all the steps it took to get my sweet baby O to even consider eating beef and here he is taking it off the serving plate before I even have time to give it to him. I smiled more times than I cried but I did pray for God to guide me through my day. My boy is soaring to new heights every day. Never give up on the miracle yet to come. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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