Sometimes I marvel at the gift I was given of my son. His laughter, his spirit, his smile can brighten my day quicker than anything else in the world. The shadows bouncing off the wall of a building as we were walking towards the bus stop, had Owen laughing this morning. I’m not sure if it was the shadows, but he does this a lot, as we walk by this building. He walks sideways, with me, so he can look at it, sometimes covering one of his eye as we go. It’s like a full belly gut laugh, and I can’t help but chuckle. We had to stop numerous times for, “one more hug pwease”. And when we got to the bus stop, he said, “I wuv hugs”, repeating the word “love” over, over again, trying to process how to say the phrase. He reached out to hug me, making a kissy noise like I make when I kiss him, and his hand motioning “I love you”, in sign language. He can only extend his pointer finger, and thumb. He hasn’t quite figured out how to extend his pinky in the motion. He didn’t want to get out of my bed this morning, that he crawled into around four, but he still wanted to go see his teacher. The routine of school is what he needs; the structure of knowing what he is going to do every day helps him. My heart already aches about summer. It’s change, and change means it’s harder on Owen. And I’m already thinking about two years away, not next school year, but the one completely after that. He’ll have his same teacher next, or should have her, but then after that he will go to a whole different school, with a new teacher. My heart skipped a beat as I thought about it yesterday. I have to prepare him for those changes, and help him understand that he will no longer be in his beloved teacher’s class. Tea is sipped to try to stop the swimming tears in my eyes. One day at a time, I remind myself once again. I want my sweet baby O to keep thriving, and growing. Remember that life is what you make it, last yesteryear go, and be motivated for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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