The Art Of Sunday
Owen slept until about five, got into bed with me, and then fell back asleep until after seven. He had talked a lot during the night. He’s been doing that more lately. His brain can’t seem to settle, but most days when he wakes he seems rested. I see more confidence in Owen, and he is learning to do things on his own. I now put his milk cup in the refrigerator, ready for him. When he wakes he runs to the refrigerator, opens the door, takes his milk, and puts it on his table. I have to remind him to close the door, but this is a big step for his independence, and this feels huge to me. He’s having a great morning, interacting with me, and listening to directions well. He doesn’t seem like he is anxious at all. When he is anxious, I’m anxious. Yesterday, as we were driving home, Owen looked at each of the stoplights as we were approaching them. “What color is it”, he said. I have been trying to find ways to comfort him when we get to the light that has caused him so many meltdowns. I explain that we have to stop at red lights, and what the green, and yellow lights mean. It’s helping him make the connection of what we are doing, and why we doing it. He also made the connection to a video that he watched when he younger, that asked what color different objects are. He has started watching the whole series again. I love watching how his brain works. We didn’t have to stop at the light yesterday, and I know that one day he will be able to tell me more about the lights, but for today I’m excited about his growth, and the connections he is making. We can not change where we have been, but we can control where we are going. Find what inspires you, celebrate your victories, and belief in the possibilities of the life you want. Put your faith in the hope for tomorrow. 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.