Sleep, glorious sleep, interrupted by several talks about his teacher, languages, and thinking he was late for church at three in the morning but otherwise Owen slept much better. Me, well I was there to answer every beck and call. I fell asleep with him in what he still calls “mommy’s bed” but it’s been his bed for a while now. He still kept waking up, almost getting out of bed to go look for me until I told him I was right there. He would lay back down with me but then he wanted to talk about his teacher until he fell back asleep. At least those moments were quick. He doesn’t forget a thing, not one thing. He used to watch a video featured in an app about the alphabet. Years ago for whatever reason, the app changed and no longer has the video in it. However, he can still watch the same video on YouTube. He now opens the app, says, “ABCs” to me, and will repeat that until I say, “you have to go to YouTube”. This has lead to countless meltdowns over the last few years. He will look at the app every single day for months and then stop for a while. When he starts opening the app again if I forget what I’m supposed to say the meltdown is to follow. And my brain spins trying to remember all the details that he remembers without even thinking twice. There are ways around all of these moments but when you are right there in that second all you can do is float. My dude is going to master all the languages and it’s going to keep me on my toes. He was swinging and he said, “be careful” like I always tell him but he said it in French. This momma had better start hitting the translator button hard. Bedtime was a rocky road time. He kept saying, “time for bed” but he had a tailspin over the blanket that was on him. The fake snoring finally lead to quiet hums and he was out. I’m thankful for his smile and can’t wait to see what the tomorrows and tomorrows bring. Celebrate your victories, know you are worthy, and tomorrow is a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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