Halloween is upon us. I wonder when I lost the ghoulish feeling. It used to be my favorite holiday. I suppose in so many ways it still is, for the memories alone. Owen doesn’t completely understand what holidays mean. We sing “single bells single bells single all the way” daily it seems and he asks about going to see the Easter bunny and Santa Claus when we drive by Cabela’s where I took him to see both. When the Easter bunny left I told Owen that he went to visit Santa. So now both are living happily at the North Pole. Where does the Easter bunny stay when he isn’t visiting Santa is often my thought. Owen is only now starting to like anything sweet so candy wasn’t a motivator and dressing up for Halloween was extremely difficult for him. Owen doesn’t like hats on or anything covering his face unless he wants to cover his face. And he really doesn’t want others to have hats on their heads unless they are a person that’s supposed to have their hat on their head. Owen sees me as a picture that has to look the same every day. If I take my glasses off to clean them or to rub my eyes Owen will yell “summer glasses” wanting me to put them back on. After years of trying he will let me pull my hair back or put a hat on, sometimes, without trying to pull my hair back down or take the hat off. It helps Owen to process when everything looks the same. Routine is not only about doing something over and over but also about how something or someone looks as well. This year I got Owen a clown costume. He tried it on and he left his hat on for several minutes. These are huge steps for my sweet baby O. Today and always know this is one moment in time. Find your joy, live your dreams out loud, and know that you are important. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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