Oh, to have a bathroom that wouldn’t be in earshot of Owen when he is sleeping. Or a bladder that can withstand the test of time. I woke, he woke, but luckily he went right back to sleep, and he hardly moved the rest of the night. The blaring of my alarm woke me to a rage full headache, but luckily Owen was pretty calm. He really didn’t want the lights on, but I really didn’t want them on either. His words, glorious words, are coming in loud, and strong. It makes me happy to hear them. As we were standing at the bus stop, I could see him thinking of the next words to say. The expression washed across his face, and then the words tumbled out. I’m so thankful that he is finding his voice. He stood there laughing as cars went by, telling me the different types. We talked about the train, he even looked towards it, like he understood I was pointing to it. That’s one of those things that causes him so much frustration. when I point towards something with my finger, he doesn’t understand that there is a reference point at the end of my finger, in the distance. Today, it felt like he was making more of the connection. The bus got there, and he lit up with excitement. He talks about the bus, he watches bus videos, and he can’t wait to get on the bus. I tell him every day that he is amazing, and to keep finding ways to express himself. I want him to know I believe in him. He asks to paint every day now. He says, “look how pretty” as we paint the backgrounds. Some days he wants to paint his churches, and some days he asks to paint a ball, or an animal, but then he still paints a church; using our hand over hand method. These are all huge milestones for us. I think back to the day the doctor told me he might not talk, and all I could think about was finding a way to hear his voice. When Owen was born, I always joked that he would sound like Ross from Friends. I could see him saying “hi” exactly like him. Owen has his own voice, and it’s spectacular. Find your voice, and go after your dreams. Don’t keep waiting for tomorrow, make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.