I stood in my kitchen watching veggie straws flying through the air, landing everywhere. I started crying out to God. Please God, make me stronger tomorrow than I was today. That’s pretty much what I seem to beg him for lately. I put my hands to my face as I started crying harder. This was a mistake but I couldn’t stop the train. Owen immediately came running to me, laughing hysterically. He doesn’t understand how to process my emotions. He grabbed my arms with his food-filled hands, pulling them down away from my eyes. I begged God harder for strength. I can’t convince Owen to sit when he’s eating. He runs through the entire house with handfuls of food. Even if I’m sitting right next to him he still pops up every few seconds, jumping next to his seat. If I get up to get anything off he runs. I try to explain why he needs to sit but that doesn’t work. All I can do is hope that as he gets older he will make the connection to why he needs to sit. I tried a different strategy today, asking him to only take one piece of food in his hand at a time. This was met with more laughter and more running. I have to focus on the exciting parts of our day. Owen wanted to read me all of his books, especially the ones by Eric Carle. He has the books memorized but to hear his words flowing as he turns the pages still makes my heart swell with joy. I know he can read on his own as well. There is truly no stopping my sweet baby O. He is soaring to new heights every day. The challenges we face are the stepping stones for tomorrow. Never give up hope. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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