There’s A Story Friday
I did the happy dance this morning because Owen slept all night in his bed. He ran to me, standing by my bed saying, “wanna hug”, immediately crawling on top of me, squishing his head into mine. He kept pushing. Days that start this way means he needs input. I try to remind him to be gentle with mommy. But I don’t know that he comprehends the term. He moved over to the other side of the bed. He then asked for milk, while he kept pushing himself into the bed and pillows, almost throwing himself into position. A few minutes later he was running to the refrigerator to get his milk. I put milk in his cup the night before, placing it on the door, so he will be able to get it when he wakes up. I’m trying to give him jobs to do that will create more of an independence for him and teach him life skills. It’s now part of his routine. I do this for other things as well. He has to put his clothes and shoes in certain places and after his bath, he has to return his towel to the bathroom. I never analyzed how many steps going to something like hanging a towel on a bar until I had to direct Owen through it. We still have to do it together, he can’t quite figure out how to put the towel over the rod and pull it down, but he is getting it. Every step to me is a victory worth celebrating. Some days I’m overwhelmed with emotions, wondering why this has to be so hard for my baby. Even in my sadness and gladness, I tell Owen that he is amazing and can do great things. His smile and laughter keep me going. I’m thankful for the progress he is making and that he is able to share more of his feelings and emotions with me. He is my greatest gift and I want him to always know I am here for him. Celebrate your victories, no matter how small you think they are. You are amazing and take one day at a time. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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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.