How many rollercoaster rides can you ride on in one day. My emotions got me like woah nelly there was a party and it was happening at four in the morning and then didn’t get done until ten at night. Owen went to bed last night talking about church and woke at four asking for “church church church”. So this momma wanted more sleep. Trying to convince Owen on church day to go back to sleep is like trying not to eat a whole pizza that is put in front of you. He didn’t stop asking about church all morning. He loves being there. As soon as we got there he was on a mission to get to his classroom. I know this helps get him back into routine and I’m very thankful for that. When the service was over I went to pick him up. He immediately starting asking for his new school teacher. It makes me happy that he truly loves going to school as well. The complications mixed in because of the pandemic have made this all so hard to explain why things were abruptly taken from him and now he’s getting to do some of those activities but it’s still under very cautious moves. And might I add nerve-wracking. Owen had a great afternoon but he wanted my full attention. We worked on his reading and spelling. I noticed he was reading on his tablet, which he generally doesn’t do so I decided to see if he had memorized the sentences or if he was actually reading it. I wrote out several sentences that were similar but in a different order and containing a few other words. My boy reads. I thought he could. We’ve worked on it before but I still wondered if it was memorization because of the sentences I used. He proved it today. He also worked on his school apps, going through many activities, and coming to me when he didn’t understand something. When an object has two different words to explain basically the same thing it’s hard for him, even when he can sound out the words; like mug and cup. He worked through them and I was glad to see him happy most of the day. He sang several of his church songs during his dinner that he devoured, and then it was bedtime and I was dreading it. I’m exhausted and I knew it would not go smoothly. Two hours later he finally fell asleep. Me touching my eyes sends him into overdrive because my glasses don’t sit correctly. He jumped up countless times to fix the window curtains, yelling about the light, and I didn’t have my arm in the right place across his stomach to give him “big hug” but how can I keep my arm across a jumping bean. I’m going to stick with the smiles he gave my heart with the joy of knowing my boy reads. Never give up, remember you can do great things if you set your mind to it, and believe. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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