Once upon a time if I touched my hair it would instantly send Owen into a meltdown of epic proportions, sending him flying at me to take my hands down and screaming at the top of his lungs. I had to always be the picture of mommy. I couldn’t wear a hat, one of my favorite things to do. I couldn’t pull my hair back. I couldn’t get it wet, which I still can’t. And I always had to keep my glasses on. The picture of me. To say we’ve come a long way is an understatement but if my hair gets wet he still can’t handle it unless it’s raining a little and then maybe he can sometimes. If I wear a hat it depends on the day and how much hair I want to lose. And pulling it back is an option sometimes, maybe. He doesn’t scream now when I don’t have my glasses on unless he does or it’s raining. However, he still constantly pulls my hair, but not as hard, saying, “we don’t pull hair”. It’s progress though, forward progress, and it’s the process we are at. Sometimes I wonder if telling him what his days ahead are going to be like help but I know that it helps him to know so I’m left with overthinking it all. I’m always torn because he has time to dwell on any routine changes but generally he doesn’t have a meltdown when his plans are changed without telling him. I told him Monday was a holiday but he already knew. He didn’t understand that it meant no school even though he was probably told at school. Once I confirmed he wouldn’t see his teacher he started yelling about “no school there’s no school”. This went on for hours. Every couple of minutes he would yell out. The day went fairly well though. We got ready for church and he was excited to go. He did amazing on the way there and did not scream the entire way home. He didn’t eat much today even with the requested chicken nuggets and fries. Some days you have that though. We played a lot and he asked Alexa questions in all the languages he could think of. He laughs hysterically when he asks her to translate buffalo noises into Russian. We learn, we grow, we love. I’m thankful for my sweet baby O and all that he has given me. Find your strength and keep pushing forward. 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.