There is a moment in time where you’ve got to decide to let go and move forward. The stress of yesteryear can weigh you down. I’m trying to listen to my own words and be kind to my soul. Owen woke in the middle of the night, but quickly went back to sleep once he got in bed with me. It seemed like we both struggled to get up this morning. But once we were up he was ready to go. The last few days before we walk out the door Owen has started asking for his swing. I hang it in the doorway on a pull-up bar. He gets very anxious about it. He wants me to go through all the steps of his day with him until he gets back home to swing. He will say, “and then” after each step, knowing what comes next, but not stopping until I say what he wants to hear. On the way to the bus stop, he kept asking about the moon. We couldn’t see it. The sky was still dark enough, but the clouds and a slight fog were hiding it from our view. I could hear the little squeal of anxiety coming and going in his voice as he tried to find the moon. We saw it so clearly the day before, singing and talking about it at the bus stop. Didn’t the moon know it was now part of our routine. It can’t be hidden from us when we were walking. The art of distraction started. On the way home from school, in the bright daylight, Owen kept saying, “see de moon”. He sang about the moon and I was happy to hear him sing. He asked for his swing as soon as we had our house in our sights. Live outside the box, cherish the littlest of victories, and listen to your heartstrings; and “don’t put your chicken in your toes”. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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