I was always that child that didn’t want to touch my food. It took me years to eat bbq because I didn’t want to get my fingers messy. Now mind you, I by no means are neat and organized but messy hands, no thank you. And then along came the patience train that I needed to get on board with. Owen is a sensory child extraordinaire. He loves getting his fingers in all the foods. He will put food in his mouth, take it out, put it in his toes, and then back in his mouth. I can tell you this is one emotional train ride for me. He comes to put his hands in my hair almost as soon as he takes a bite of food. He runs through the house eating and throwing food no matter how many times we work through him sitting to eat. Crunch, crunch, crunch as I walk reminds me I need to sweep again. But he doesn’t really like the vacuum or the broom. Better yet he likes them on videos and he likes to laugh and scream at them in the real world. The screaming really isn’t different though than what he does for most of the day. The best thing in the world was listening to Owen talk to Siri for over an hour, asking her to translate everything he could think of. He went back and forth between French and German, mostly asking for French. He said, “I want single bells single bells single all the way in French”. The laughter was exactly what I needed. I was amazed at how clearly he was trying to pronounce his words to make her understand. I made Chinese dumplings for dinner. I wasn’t sure if he would eat them but here we were eating dumplings, listening to Johann Strauss from the Little Einsteins episode and it was in French. I had tried to ask him questions earlier but he couldn’t react or answer them. Sometimes it takes him a while to process my words. In my loneliness, I sat right next to Owen. Then I was reminded one more time how special and amazing my child is. He walked up to me and put his forehead on my lips multiple times for me to kiss him. I always kiss his forehead and tell him “I love you”. I’ve done this since he was a baby. It’s my reminder that we are a team and he knows how much I love him and need him. He feels my emotions and reads me quickly. He saw my sadness and he wanted to make me happy. “You happy”, he said. Yes, sweet baby O, your momma is happy. Never give up. There is hope in tomorrow. Through challenges, we grow and find strength in our soul. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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