Summer school started today. Thankful doesn’t really even cover it. Owen was happy. With that being said, he was also slow to move through the process of school this morning. Last night I told him that he would be going to school today, as he asked for his teacher one more time before bedtime. Between the excitement of school and the storms that moved through last night, Owen fought to go to sleep. He stared out the window, watching the storm move through, finally laying down, and almost instantly falling asleep. He loves watching the storms. He will sit on the back of the couch, with the curtains spread wide open, talking to the wind in his own language. I don’t know what he is saying, but he will knock on the glass, pointing to random things, speaking out to the world, in complete conversation form, occasionally looking back at me to share their story. I wonder what he is thinking, I wonder what it is he shares with the storms that I can’t understand myself. The storm brews inside my own soul, full of emotions, and wonder. I want to help my baby in every way possible and sometimes I feel so lost in those emotions. I started crying last night because he had an accident on the couch. He walked over to me, laughing hysterically, and gave me a big hug. It snapped me back to reality. As much as I can’t process everything that he goes through, he can’t always process my emotions, as well. I thought, stop crying over the couch. It’s just an object. And we moved on. I’m excited to see how his day goes. I know that he loves riding the bus and doing school work. All day yesterday he played with his school apps and we worked on his writing. One day at a time I tell myself, knowing that we both are growing, and we must keep moving forward. Today is a moment in time. Find your strength and make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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