“Once upon a time there was a lot of time” was a saying I heard when I was growing up. And the older you get the more it becomes true. In the last few years, I feel like I have focused more on putting one foot in front of the other and not on making the journey amazing. I watched Owen struggle to fall asleep last night, clearly exhausted but his body not allowing him to sleep. It seems to be my nightly occurrence as well. I wanted to cry, started to get emotional, but any amount of emotions from me would send Owen into a screaming, crying meltdown. The littlest of wavers in my voice causes him to say, “hi hi hi buddy I wuv ewe buddy” repeating some of my words that I say to him. It stopped me in my tracks. He needs the routine to be simple at night and more focused. He seeks input on his own now, not wanting me to rub his feet as much, but instead rubbing a spiky ball across his legs and feet. Every night I wonder how I can make this easier for my baby. That’s why the tears started to fall last night. His struggles are my struggles. I want our routine to be more consistent. We have been working on bath time for a few months now. He is learning to get undressed, put his dirty clothes in the hamper, and then go to the potty. When he is done with his bath, I put his nightclothes on him and make him put his towel up. The one act of hanging his towel has taken him months to learn. The action of holding the towel and putting it over the bar takes a lot of different motions. He’s doing it and each accomplishment is a huge victory for us. Celebrate your victories. No matter how big or small celebrate them and all it took to achieve your goal. Make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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