Owen woke in an interesting mode; happy, confused, mad, it all seemed to be mixed together. I did not turn the lights on in the proper order, and then I turned my bedroom light on. He certainly was not ready for that. These are grounds for meltdowns. “No”, he screamed. And he held it for a long time. I asked him if he wanted to go to school, I went on before he screamed again. I told him we had to get dressed if he wanted to go. He ran off to the living room. I heard his tablet going. I was thankful he had the distraction for a moment. I walked to the living room, he immediately started naming off the different days of the week, and what he does on those days. He can say the days of the week in order, but this was a mixture of the days, yelling them out at me, looking for some order in his routine. I have to really think through what day of the week it actually is. I’ve tried different types of schedule reminders with him, but nothing has clicked. I got a new schedule board, hoping this one will do the trick. I know that routine helps him focus, and I’m trying to figure out ways to bring it all together for him. It’s interesting how he processes time. It’s almost like he can sense time, but he can’t tell time. I got him his own clock, hoping that he will make a connection to when we do things. I set timers for Owen, so he can associate that with his actions. He is now setting his own timers, and telling me to set them when he wants to do something. I haven’t figure out how to explain to him that it doesn’t always work that way, but I’m excited that he is getting the concept. I am thankful for the leaps, and bounds he is making in our world full of routine, and boundaries. Find what inspires you, put time on your side, and make today matter. 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.