Some days I reflect more on the days before, trying to remind myself of how far we’ve come. I’m staring at pictures Owen drew one after another pretty much trying to avoid going to bed. And I didn’t want him to stop either. He wanted to draw different characters from the programs he watches. I showed him how he could trace around a cup to get a circle. He wasn’t impressed with that and it kind of made him mad. But hey he was drawing. Yesterday when he was at therapy he actually drew a smiley face for one of the therapists. It’s something she’s been working on with him since we started going and there it was, he did it. I go back and forth on my emotions, trying desperately not to think about the forward and backward progress. He could write his letters and numbers on his own with a light touch at his elbow and then it seemed to disappear. More sips of coffee to work through that one. I started painting with Owen about three years ago hoping to work on his fine motor skills. He has low tone in his muscles. He’s as strong as an ox but holding something like a crayon is very hard for him. I remember when he was very little I would be sitting on the couch and then my feet would leave the ground. He would push the couch up with his feet. It was a heavy couch and then me on top of it but he could still push up the end with his feet. I knew he was starting to feel better and this morning proved it. He woke up early, got up without any discussion about him going to the potty, although he did tell me to sit, and then asked for cereal, veggie straws, chocolate milk, and waffles. And pretty much ate everything I put in front of him until it was time to get ready for school. He was so happy to see the bus when it turned the corner. He kept telling me which way they were going, pointing in different directions. It still thrills me to see him point. When he got home from school he had one point to make and he made it all night long, tomorrow he is seeing grandma. He didn’t want me to forget it. He repeated it nonstop for what seemed like days but must have only been a couple of hours. I finally joined him, repeating “grandma”. He stopped and told me to “behave”. He followed it up with, “something went wrong please try again”. And that pretty much explains life. Tomorrow is a brand new day. I remembered to breathe today. Find your strength, push forward, and know that you can accomplish all things if you set your mind to it. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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