I wish today would have been one of those days to put the gone fishing sign on the door. I wish for simpler days and less complicated ways. There’s no time for that it seems. I should have guessed Owen would be up last night but I was hoping. One o’clock came and that was that. My sweet baby O was wide awake wanting to go see grandma. I couldn’t convince him otherwise. I wish I could help him through these days. I explained to him that he could have his tablet that he already had gotten but he had to take it back to his room. That lead to him coming to me every few minutes. At two, three, and four o’clock in the morning I decided he wasn’t going back to sleep. I tried to keep him busy but he was ready to go. I have been reading with him more. Every morning we will sit in my bed and read. This is one of the highlights of my day and him, not so much. I think about how far he has come. My boy can read. I still help him with numerous words but he is truly getting it, even if he doesn’t always want to read. When it was time to go to grandma’s house Owen decided he wasn’t ready. He has a hard time processing the steps to getting ready when it is something he really wants to do. I was dressed in the appropriate blue jeans and he kept saying he wanted food. And his blue pants. I’m trying to make everything as smooth as possible without a meltdown on the weekends or any day. He had been eating all night but he wanted food. Over an hour later and with tons of food he finally went to change his clothes. That process still took over twenty minutes. The same with his shoes. We finally got on our way and he was really happy. His behavioral issues seemed to be woven throughout our day. I was sitting with my laptop and had my glasses on my head because I no longer need them to see my screen. He came beside me and pushed them down. “Glasses are off”, he said and started screaming. I was breaking the rules but he doesn’t always wear his correctly either I told him, he screamed louder. He’s now back to examining my clothes with him being an inch away from me. I will be walking or when I go to sit he will come next to me, drop in front of me even if I am walking, and start looking at my pants an inch away from them. If I’m sitting he will try to uncross my legs or pull my pants down to cover my ankles. A tear runs down my cheek thinking about how difficult it is for my son. It’s hard knowing my clothes being in the wrong spot causes him agony. I remind myself we’ve cycled through this before and we will again. He had a great time with grandma and our night went quickly once we got home. I fell asleep once again with him from pure exhaustion. He’s ready for church tomorrow and so am I. Each day is a gift. The challenges of today lead to the victories of tomorrow. I pray he sleeps all night and that tomorrow he is ready for a great day. I look forward to our reading time in the morning and I know I’m going to start getting us ready for church extra early. The highlight of my day was when Owen and I raced. I can’t really run but he still raced me and he actually did it when I asked him to. The victory was there and the winner was my sweet baby O but it was this momma’s heart that truly felt like the victor. Live your life forward and know that tomorrow is a day to shine. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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