Owen was ready to go back to bed before he was even out of bed. He woke in the middle of the night, got into bed with me, immediately getting back out of bed, and then he walked back in with the blanket over his shoulder. He scrambled back in bed with me, restless to find sleep for several hours. Every time I thought he was done moving, me drifting back to sleep, he would proclaim, “bwanket” and the rearranging and kicking started all over again. I started the bedtime process earlier last night, only causing anxiety to both of us, and he still not falling asleep much before ten. Oh, to have a restful night of sleep would be glorious. He didn’t want to get out of bed to go to school. As soon as he got out of my bed he ran back to his bed. I said the magic words, “if you don’t go to school you can’t go to grandma’s house”. It’s amazing how quickly we got him ready for school. He loves going to school, but the last few days he has been so exhausted in the mornings. I think it’s getting back into the groove of the school year. Plus he has been needing a lot of input. Last night he fell asleep on his beanbag pillow, rubbing his spiked little ball up and down on his arm. He quickly fell asleep once he started doing the motions. I’m thankful that he is learning what he needs and that he can express enough to show me how I can help him. He still puts my hands on his toes, saying, “piggy market” when he wants input for his legs and feet. As we were walking to the bus stop I could tell he liked that it was darker this morning. As soon as we got to the bus stop, he said, “turn de light off” and it was the streetlight. He took my hand, pushing it up towards the light way above our head. I told him that I couldn’t turn it off and he stood there still waiting for me to do it. I distracted him by singing songs with him. The time passed quickly and off my smiley, sleepy, little boy went to school. Some days feel long and weary, other days we rejoice for the gifts that are given us, and through it all, I know that I am very blessed to be Owen’s mommy. Today and always know that you are important. Breathe through the hard days, celebrate your accomplishments, 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.