Owen didn’t want to get up this morning but he did want to go to school. I told him that there was only one way to go to school and he said, “two more minutes”. I could understand that. Exhaustion is exhausting. Most nights after he goes to sleep I stay up painting and writing, giving myself time to unwind from the day, telling myself to be strong for tomorrow. I was thankful when I asked him “do you know what today is” and he quickly replied, “today is Friday”. I needed that. It felt like the reassurance that everything was going to be fine. When we walked to the bus stop he was telling me about the stop sign and the birds singing. He said something to me in Russian and I realized he was talking about a bear. I felt the progress and I felt he was a little more back on track. I worry when his words and actions don’t stay consistent. When he came home from school he started telling me about his day. It feels great to hear those words. He had lunch, he went to speech and art, and he told me, “they aren’t the same class”. When Owen gets more of an understanding of how his voice works he will truly be able to do impressions. He’s already halfway there. When he is saying the same words someone has said to him he uses their inflections and tones. He can have perfect pitch when he sings if he is concentrating and singing with his natural voice. He started singing Hickory Dickory Dock and it was in Arabic. While he was singing he would stop and ask Siri how to say a word in Russian and go right back to singing. He ate all of his requested shrimp for dinner and then requested “two more thirty minutes” before his bath. His smile takes away my crankiness and brings great joy to my heart. If Owen had taught me anything it is to never give up. Never give up. There are miracles and blessings everywhere you look. Let that blessing touch your soul and be a guide for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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