I wonder if I can overthink overthinking. The answer, yes. It really isn’t that hard but here I am overthinking that I’m overthinking the overthinking. Thankfully Owen slept all night. I hardly slept a wink. He woke up and went right to the bathroom. He then was in potion at the light switch ready to turn it off as soon as I got my coffee. I however needed to give him his medicine so light switch duty would have to wait. He’s not a fan of it nor me wiping his nose even though he will sometimes request me to do it. Once all that was done to the bed we went where he made a fort out of all the blankets that I asked him not to move. I try to explain to him that he is in my bed and he can do any of that in his bed. This never goes over well so daily blanket forts it is. I’m liking that he is learning to blow his nose but it’s now like little Stay-Puft Marshmallow Men all over the house. When Owen is sick he gets very squeaky. It takes two point two seconds for him to melt down into a complete meltdown. He wanted his tablet but he couldn’t have his tablet for two reasons, we were out of time and he absolutely was not listening to any of my instructions. The hardest part is keeping him calm while trying to productively move him forward. That doesn’t always work and especially when we are in a time crunch. He also does not forget one thing, not one thing so his words and actions do not always reflect the moment we are in but could be from years earlier. He also holds on to the words I say, he learns from others, or even on videos. This adds another dimension to what he goes through and how careful I have to be with my words. I was able to distract him and get him out to wait for the bus. It wasn’t long before he was off to school. His teacher asks me later in the day if he goes to the beach in July. I told her that he has never gone to the beach but he loves talking about it and he has planned his whole pirate adventure. She was amazed at all the details he had given her without being there. That’s our boy I told her. I also told her he now wants to take a unicycle and pogo stick on the adventure and she told me unicycle was brought up when the letter of the day was U. When we left for therapy it was raining. His pants got wet. He had a huge meltdown all the way there because they were wet and he wanted to change. We got to therapy and I wrapped a trash bag around his legs so the rain wouldn’t get them. It breaks my heart that a raindrop on his pants causes him so much grief. It was like the Three Bears of therapy sessions. One went great, one went okay, and one was hard for him to handle. The rain continued. We came home and I prayed that we could get inside without a huge meltdown because his pants and mine were getting wet. It was not exactly easy but we got inside and he didn’t scream at me. I breathe. The screaming is hard to imagine. He asked for shrimp for dinner and when it was gone he asked for more shrimp. He ate it all. Bedtime was quick. I know he’s still exhausted from not feeling well but on the mend. I pray for a good night for him and to keep moving forward. Even in these moments of struggle, I see growth. Through challenges, our wings spread and we learn to fly. The story of how high we soar is what the journey is about. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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