Way Into Sunday
Owen’s ready for church, been ready for church, and wants to go to church now. I’m thankful that he loves going. And I love how they embrace my child. He goes to a special needs classroom and they work with each individual in a way that helps them grow. This morning he woke in a great mood, but not wanting me out of his sight. Anytime I walked into the other room he yelled for me to sit down. He would come racing after me and if I turned on the lights he would tell me to “turn de light offT”. We were up at five in the morning so it was still dark in the house. The kitchen and the living room are the approved lights to be on most of the time. Occasionally he still has meltdowns over them, but generally, we can work through them without him going into a meltdown. However, the hall light, bathroom, and our bedrooms are a different story. During certain times of the day, he does not want them on at all except the bathroom when we go to the potty. He never wants the hall light or my bedroom light on. My bedroom light I had to work with him daily to even allow me to turn it on without the kind of meltdown that would last for hours. I would have to use the flashlight on my phone to keep him from screaming. His bedroom and now the bathroom light have to be on as soon as we get home from any outing. He immediately runs through the house turning on the lights. He starts in the living room, but it’s like he is doing a choreographed dance with the switch. He hovers his finger over it almost not wanting to touch it. Then he goes to the kitchen and the other rooms. Throughout the day he will make sure the lights are exactly how he wants them in the other rooms. I know that Owen can feel the vibrations of the electricity running through our house. He is not only sensitive to the lights themselves but the actual noise the electricity makes. One day at a time I remind myself, knowing how far we have come. I always tell him he is my son shine and he makes me happy when skies are grey. I’m thankful for the gift of my son and we are a team. Together we will move the mountains that need to be moved and climb the ones that can’t be moved. Find your inspiration and motivation and the rest will follow. 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.