I’m thankful but I’m tired. Holidays are hard, breaks in our routine are hard, this is hard. Every night when Owen goes to sleep he asks how many sleeps until he sees his teacher again. He’s been pretty calm through the week until today. We’ve gone nowhere because that throws off his week even more but today we went to my parents for brunch. Generally, when he is at my parents I am not. It’s his time with them. So me being there threw off the day. And then eating in the wrong room did not completely go over well either. He pretty much ate as quickly as he could, announced “you done”, and there was pretty much no turning back at that point. Add in all the meltdowns once we got home and that pretty much is how all our holidays go. It’s too much overstimulation and that’s going to a place he knows and loves. Routine is everything to him and this was hard. He was eating his dinner tonight and he wouldn’t sit down, running through the house with pasta flying everywhere. I asked him to sit and I asked him to use his spoon or his fork, I truly didn’t care which one. But that was too hard for him to process or handle today. He needed the sensory input of rubbing it all over his face, his hair, and especially up his nose. This momma had to breathe. He saw me getting upset, he had pretty much been screaming at me or the world all day. He walked up to me and said, “are you happy today”, as he could see the tears forming in my eyes. He has a way of snapping me back into reality. My boy, my heart, my world. I’m thankful on this Thanksgiving day for all that he has taught me. He’s growing and I know tomorrow is a brand new day. Find your strength, push forward, and make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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