I woke up with a funny feeling. I went to the bathroom and there was no water. I looked out my front window to see the water rushing down my street. I went back to bed. All I could think is thank goodness I got my coffee ready last night even though I have bottled water but the bigger thought was please don’t let Owen figure out we don’t have water. He got into bed with me around three. We both fell back asleep and I was out too quick to know how many tosses of turns he did. I woke again before my alarm and the water was still rushing down the street. My new thought was how are we going to walk to the bus stop with the water because he will want to play in it. Luckily I was able to distract him enough that we talked about it but he didn’t go into it. All week I have been preparing him for our Friday night adventure. I wanted to take him to a food truck and music event near us that our friends were playing at. Owen loves the Minnie’s Food Truck app so I thought he might want to go see our friends and the trucks. I always try to show him real-world experiences that relate to games or videos he likes. Each day we talked about it and he would say, “food truck on Friday.” Half the emotional battle for me is trying to take him places that he says he doesn’t want to go to but truly he loves going to places. It’s the unknown that’s hard on both of us. He had a different bus driver today on the way home and they drove in the opposite direction to drop him off so he was incredibly upset about it. He needs routine to look the same under all circumstances. The bus driver told him she was sorry she didn’t go the same way and next time she would. Thankfully I was able to center him and he still wanted to go to the food trucks. It was a little rocky on the way to the event but he did great once we got there. He does not like traffic at all and no matter what he has to distract him he still focuses on how slow the traffic is going or if we stop for any reason. I took our picture when we got there and he lifted his glasses up for the pictures. And he smiled. That made my night. We had some nachos and he asked for chicken. Then he started spitting in his hands so he could wet my pants but this was progress. He is processing what happens when jeans become wet and he wants them dry. He is going through numerous steps with this. For him to realize that his spit makes my pants wet is huge and then the act of him putting it in his hand and then putting it on the pants is another huge step. His mind is amazing. He didn’t want to leave but I didn’t want to push it. He stayed in the little red wagon the whole time and laid down at one point. I told him one more song and we stayed for three because he didn’t want to go. After three he didn’t say, “stay one more song” so I started heading out. So many little wonderful things happened. He signed I love you with me and that is hard for him to do with his hands. He let me help him snap his fingers to the best of the music. I took his fingers and clicked them together like mine. The band sang Down This Road and Old MacDonald for him. He wanted to get in the food truck and have them put his seatbelt on. And when we got home as soon as he got out of the car he said, “monocular binocular telescope,” pointed to me, and then said, “order it pirate’s treasure.” Then when we walked in the door he walked over to the chest and said, “treasure in the box come.” He talked about singing on stage with the guitar and playing the harmonica. He even had a great trip home in the car. He was then teetering on a meltdown because I put the shirt that I was wearing on my bed when I was still changing. I’m truly not sure how this became a thing for him but he was screaming to throw it in the trash. I finally was able to calm him down and not throw my clothes away. I’m holding on to tonight and the amazing moments we had at the food truck event. I’m beyond thankful for a night that we were able to do something together. Never give up hope for tomorrow. There are miracles all around us that happen every day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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.