How much screaming can one do and scream about not screaming I wondered. The answer is always a lot. Owen seemed very tired today. Happy but still tired. He slept a little bit later but it’s not late enough when you are awake several times in the middle of the night. Back to the sleep drawing board. I would give anything to find something that works for him. I always think I’m on the right trail for him and he quickly builds a tolerance. When he did get out of bed he was ready to get to school. We got to the bus stop and he immediately wanted my phone. He asked Siri for “gorilla noises”. He laughs every time they come on. He went through a whole selection of phrases, asking her to say them in mostly Russian and Arabic, occasionally asking her to translate into kangaroo. When the bus turned the corner pure joy washed over Owen. He jumped up and down doing this happy dance. There is no greater joy than seeing him so happy about riding the bus. Knowing he loves school, his teacher, and his friends makes me want to do the happy dance too. Today was therapy day. So not only did he get to go to school but he also went to therapy. He couldn’t wait to get there. Besides all his driving directions for me on the way there, he told me all about each one of his therapists. He also knew that he would see one of his friends that goes at the same time. When we were waiting for our turn he saw his friend. I love that he is learning to have a conversation with someone his own age. The process is coming but how to talk back and forth is not there yet. The progress is outstanding though and to hear him speak so clearly and with purpose is amazing. I am so thankful for his words. This evening when we got home he was talking to Alexa. Occasionally he would bring his tablet to me but for the most part, he was getting her to respond with exactly what he was asking her. Tears float in my eyes from the joy this brings me. I know how hard he works every single day to get those words out and his point across. This was my dream for him, my hope for his future. He struggled with bedtime once again. He gets himself so incredibly worked up over his blanket being on him. He screamed about it for twenty minutes and when I thought he was asleep he popped up and started screaming again. He fell asleep laying next to me but my heart aches knowing it was such a struggle for him. I’m waiting to hear him come around the corner any minute. It seems like he is waking up earlier and earlier after he goes to bed. Even though he had a few rough moments I did see a change in him responding to my requests of no more screaming. Several of those instances then turned into his next favorite pastime of stomping but at least he listened when I told him to stop screaming. We grow, we learn, we love. Find your happiness, share your story, and go after your dreams. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.