I don’t want to brag, or anything, but Owen slept all night, in his bed. Hello, joyous occasion, hello. I think I have truly forgotten how to sleep. Every noise is a noise. When he is not in bed with me, I wake searching for him; afraid that I might have missed something. Not once has he opened the door to go outside, and we have a glass door, as well, but I know that day will come. When he woke he crawled in bed with me this morning; we only had a few minutes until we had to get ready for the bus, but he wanted to snuggle. He was so much calmer this morning; he only got a little anxious on the way to the bus stop, repeating that I would be the one getting him from the bus today. I feel like he has been able to express himself more lately; like the words are making more connections for him. I think back to the day when I heard the doctor say; he may not talk, he may not be able to talk. It hits you hard. You can’t even process those words. I didn’t know that communication was only part of it. I didn’t understand that words don’t necessarily mean communication, either. He answered questions with songs, or words that didn’t truly answer the question. The rollercoaster ride didn’t even make sense some days. When Owen started talking I thought it would be this onslaught of language, and communication, all bundled up into one package, but it’s years of helping him step, by step, to make those connections to every single word out there. And then add in the fact that my child listens to many different languages, throwing foreign words into the mix of his English. Some words I recognize, some words I can’t tell if they are English, or something else. But he’s learning, and growing. I tell him all the time I’m proud of him, and he can accomplish great things. Life is full of challenges, and emotions, but know that you are amazing. Believe in yourself, and the rest will follow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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