To Track Tuesday

Owen didn’t sleep all night, but he also didn’t kick me all night; that’s the plus part. He woke up somewhat happy, and only turned the light off, he didn’t scream about it. As soon as the lights were back off, he started asking for his teacher. I told him, we needed the lights on if he wanted to get ready for school. He quietly turned them back on. He struggles with directions, and behavioral issues; plus he’s seven. He started yelling at me. I told him that we were a team, and yelling was not an option. He wanted his tablet, but we needed to get ready. He took it anyways. I took his tablet away, and the yelling began. My words come back to me, “you can have it”. He doesn’t ever repeat the phrase, “you can’t have it”. We got him dressed, him helping with the steps he could do, and then he said, “sorry mommy you can have it”. These words tell me he is getting it. And he still wants what he wants; don’t we all. We had five minutes before we had to walk to the bus stop, so I let him have his tablet. The battle picking has begun. As we were walking to the bus stop, Owen was distracted by the world. We only have a short distance to walk, but it’s always quite the adventure. I was holding his hand, but he stopped many times right in front of me. He walks almost sideways, and hardly ever focuses on the steps ahead of him. He stopped, walked backwards, and hung on my sweater, running his hands up, and down on it. We moved a little further, and the sideways walking started again, his feet almost intertwining with mine. We got to the bus stop, and his new thing is to walk backwards, up the sidewalk. He walks to a certain spot, stops, and looks at me. He is waiting for my words, telling him to not go too far. He walks back to me, needing a “big hug pwease”. The bus came around the corner, and he was ready. Dance in the rain, laugh until your heart’s content, and go after your dreams. Smiles to all and donut daze!