That Was Thursday
Routine is routine unless it’s not routine and then it’s nothing but wanting routine. And then there were puddles. Owen is all boy and add in the fact that he loves puddles, plus he doesn’t always look where he is going and we got ourselves some wet shoes. We always walk on the sidewalk but at the end of the sidewalk was a huge puddle. I wanted him to walk in the road to avoid the puddles, he wanted to walk the path we always walk. He doesn’t want to walk around puddles even if I try to convince him. He squealed when I tried to turn around and head towards the road. He didn’t want to go back even for the few steps. He knew which way he wanted to go. So, hey, what’re wet shoes versus meltdowns. The night went much smoother than it had in several days. My dude is going to be an excellent reader. He’s already grasping words that are above his age level. I think sometimes he memorizes the words but that in itself is half the battle of learning to read. He always wants me to use the voice-activated option for his tablet to find the YouTube videos that he already has open. First of all, he already has it open but he wants to see other videos similar, and second how in the world am I supposed to remember all the words under a YouTube video. I explain to him why mommy can’t remember it all hoping that it will help as time goes on but for now I make him read each caption that he wants me to find. He is saying big words, big big words. And for a kiddo the doctors said might not talk he is and reading. I want to put a thousand exclamation points after that. He is reading. Sure he still needs help with words but he is sounding out words and showing patience to actually wait for us to go through the process. These are big steps for my sweet baby O. There are tough days, there are rough days, and even some days we have to sugarcoat but those glorious days when my blue-eyed baby looks at me and asks for a video that he has read the ten words and a date that’s under it there’s no comparison. He will soar above the clouds. Tomorrow’s dream is what you make it. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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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.