I’m dreading tomorrow. It makes me sad to think about and there are even more emotions than I can describe. It’s Owen’s last day of summer school. He loves it so much and then it will be almost two months before he goes to school again. He thrives on the routine. He said to me yesterday before he went to bed that I would pick him up on Thursday for therapy. This just made me want to cry. I will try to find activities to do with him but that can be hard. I got him a new little red wagon since ours was taken from our porch. When he saw it he was happy. He said, “wanna go see the horses” and then he said, “na silly not the horses today.” We stopped going because it was getting hard for him. It seemed like going anywhere, even for walks were getting emotional for him. When we were getting ready for school he was singing a song and ready to go, after a good but also rocky morning. He had slept until five and did what he does now by going straight to the couch. No breakfast he said but he ate what I made him. He also was very concerned about my pants. When we got outside he wanted to hear all the phrases repeated in all the languages until his bus arrived. When he got home I told him I had a surprise for him and that’s when I showed him his little red wagon. At first, he didn’t want to go for a walk but I convinced him and then he didn’t want the walk to end. I told him we could go another day. We sat at the kitchen table eating our snack and he said, “baby o I’m cute.” I have to agree. I had gotten Bugles and squirt cheese like my momma always gave me. I showed him how to hold the chip in his one hand and together we squeezed the cheese into the little trumpet that he called a triangle. He loved the cheese and he helped me do several more. I try to find things like this that help with his fine motor skills. He wanted to play with me on his tablet through several games and in no time it was bedtime. He wanted to wear his orange glasses to bed and I didn’t try to stop him. After he fell asleep it took me numerous tries to get them off of him because he kept grabbing them back to put on his face. I knew it would be fine if I left them on him but I still didn’t want him to sleep in them. I remember my Grammy would sleep with hers all the time. I’m praying once again for a good night of sleep for us, I’ll take five any day even though I’d love later. I’m thankful for the steps forward we made today. In every challenge know that tomorrow will be a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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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.